Ashley
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Jun 17, 2005
- Messages
- 1,000
No Poultice For My Wound
There are hands that are pulling me,
Clawing and grabbing and trying to drag me,
To anywhere but here, and this I fear,
May be a downfall, mine, of the finest sort,
The spoiled tobacco you don't wanna import,
A dirty old stripper, posing as an escort,
Mine are the words that will leave bruises,
Take your emotions and send them off on ocean cruises,
You best stay clear, you sparkling diamond,
For where there is me, disaster is right behind us,
Whilst I try to enjoy the warming sunshine,
Thoughts that persist in the category of suicide,
My maiden of misery, she grows like a vine,
Always poking and prodding me, while drinking her wine,
There was always bound to be a final chapter,
I never realised how painful the undoing of rapture,
In it's net the devil would capture my soul,
Chopped up photographs that lay in an empty bowl,
We did see things in that time, you and I.
A.
There are hands that are pulling me,
Clawing and grabbing and trying to drag me,
To anywhere but here, and this I fear,
May be a downfall, mine, of the finest sort,
The spoiled tobacco you don't wanna import,
A dirty old stripper, posing as an escort,
Mine are the words that will leave bruises,
Take your emotions and send them off on ocean cruises,
You best stay clear, you sparkling diamond,
For where there is me, disaster is right behind us,
Whilst I try to enjoy the warming sunshine,
Thoughts that persist in the category of suicide,
My maiden of misery, she grows like a vine,
Always poking and prodding me, while drinking her wine,
There was always bound to be a final chapter,
I never realised how painful the undoing of rapture,
In it's net the devil would capture my soul,
Chopped up photographs that lay in an empty bowl,
We did see things in that time, you and I.
A.
