Spook
November 15th, 2012, 12:25 PM
Why we love so easy
when it's a fucking lie
when all he said was real
is a stupid waste of time
i love so easy
it's impossible to not
when he's so fucking beautiful
and he's really all i've got
but im done with the past
i screwed that one over
and now im just a broken remnant
of a broken lover
________________
roots grab my feet
when branches pull my hair
the grass pulls at my worn calves
and pull me into despair
swallow me earth
let me feel the cold
the icy ground surviving forever
while i keep getting old
clouds grab my feet
wind pulls my hair
icy pillows of gathering air
rip and scream and tear
carry me wind
lock me in the ice
twist and swirl and dance
dance to entice
flames burn my feet
singeing of my hair
heat and flame and pain
the adrenaline of the dare
burn me fire
i want to see the flames dance
eat up my soul
and erase what's left
______________
I'm at home when I'm alone
the only friend i've ever known
the silent whispers in my head
tell me I'm already dead
only time will eat my mind
and I'll be gone the next day
drifting on a thread of thought
until it breaks and floats away
when it's a fucking lie
when all he said was real
is a stupid waste of time
i love so easy
it's impossible to not
when he's so fucking beautiful
and he's really all i've got
but im done with the past
i screwed that one over
and now im just a broken remnant
of a broken lover
________________
roots grab my feet
when branches pull my hair
the grass pulls at my worn calves
and pull me into despair
swallow me earth
let me feel the cold
the icy ground surviving forever
while i keep getting old
clouds grab my feet
wind pulls my hair
icy pillows of gathering air
rip and scream and tear
carry me wind
lock me in the ice
twist and swirl and dance
dance to entice
flames burn my feet
singeing of my hair
heat and flame and pain
the adrenaline of the dare
burn me fire
i want to see the flames dance
eat up my soul
and erase what's left
______________
I'm at home when I'm alone
the only friend i've ever known
the silent whispers in my head
tell me I'm already dead
only time will eat my mind
and I'll be gone the next day
drifting on a thread of thought
until it breaks and floats away