lobhadosa,
by Rewired,
5/26/04,
2:03 PM.
Every nanometric inch of my
body seems to be ablaze
as I look into your ocean eyes
and can't help but stare away at you
and then look away from you
with a hurricane in my chest
a cyclone in my mind
a serpent oscillating
between the top and
the base of my spine...
I can't seem to speak now,
so I'll pretend to ignore you
And damn myself for not being
as free as I can be or want to
Intensity builds and I feel like
a volcano that never explodes
Why am I still damned into this
cell of sexual reservation?
And since I am, why do I
have to suffer at
the hand of
obsessions, fixations,
animalistic cravings
that I'm too damn scared
or stubborn to satisfy?
Just rip the want away.
Just tear away the need.
I need to erase this because it
clouds my thinking.
Something in my mind of late
has burned the spotlight down on you
but if I can find the strength to wait it out
it'll shift and give me another
temporary object of unwavering desire
with a hurricane in my chest
a cyclone in my mind
a serpent oscillating
between the top and
the base of my spine...
One hand is pulling me toward her
one hand is pull me back,
and over time I've caught that
both hands are mine,
the tension kills,
no, I can't relax.
One hand is pulling me toward her
one hand is pull me back,
so I can't help but lock up,
unable to breathe.
I can't do anything more but
stand there and stare away
like a deer trapped in headlights,
like a child salivating over candy.
Damn myself for not being
as free as I think I want to be.
Just rip the want away.
Just tear away the
obsessions, fixations,
animalistic cravings
that I'm too damn scared
or stubborn to satisfy.
Rip the desire away, or
let her give herself to me today.
I need to erase this
because it clouds my thinking
and I'm sick of drowning
in this bitter and disorientating
ambivalence --
that, or I need
to explode --
or can there be a resolution
in the tension between?
by Rewired,
5/26/04,
2:03 PM.
Every nanometric inch of my
body seems to be ablaze
as I look into your ocean eyes
and can't help but stare away at you
and then look away from you
with a hurricane in my chest
a cyclone in my mind
a serpent oscillating
between the top and
the base of my spine...
I can't seem to speak now,
so I'll pretend to ignore you
And damn myself for not being
as free as I can be or want to
Intensity builds and I feel like
a volcano that never explodes
Why am I still damned into this
cell of sexual reservation?
And since I am, why do I
have to suffer at
the hand of
obsessions, fixations,
animalistic cravings
that I'm too damn scared
or stubborn to satisfy?
Just rip the want away.
Just tear away the need.
I need to erase this because it
clouds my thinking.
Something in my mind of late
has burned the spotlight down on you
but if I can find the strength to wait it out
it'll shift and give me another
temporary object of unwavering desire
with a hurricane in my chest
a cyclone in my mind
a serpent oscillating
between the top and
the base of my spine...
One hand is pulling me toward her
one hand is pull me back,
and over time I've caught that
both hands are mine,
the tension kills,
no, I can't relax.
One hand is pulling me toward her
one hand is pull me back,
so I can't help but lock up,
unable to breathe.
I can't do anything more but
stand there and stare away
like a deer trapped in headlights,
like a child salivating over candy.
Damn myself for not being
as free as I think I want to be.
Just rip the want away.
Just tear away the
obsessions, fixations,
animalistic cravings
that I'm too damn scared
or stubborn to satisfy.
Rip the desire away, or
let her give herself to me today.
I need to erase this
because it clouds my thinking
and I'm sick of drowning
in this bitter and disorientating
ambivalence --
that, or I need
to explode --
or can there be a resolution
in the tension between?
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