apocalyptic vendetta
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2001
- Messages
- 39
standing on top of what you call a point.
but I have no traction on these slippery feet.
wash me clean of my insecurities.
leave no trace of my lagging vanity.
I want to see through mud.
scratch the hurt off my flaky skin
stare over a thousand stars.
breathe the air that made you real.
hand in hand, you make me strong.
forgive me for backing away.
I want to trust you but you got too close.
I cant let you tear down the wall I built.
step inside my castle there are flowers waiting for you.
but as you take a closer look theyre all dead.
like my emotions.
fleeting in the heat of the moment.
yes you did notice my hands were cold.
but thats not the only thing that has become frozen.
a bitter sense of reality has swept me away
and you were left for the tide to take you back to shore.
washed up I saw you standing there.
but I didnt reach out when I started to drift away
I stare at you but I see nothing.
at times I wish I could see.... something.
but when you've lost a feeling, it doesnt come back.
and you cant find it no matter how many couch cushions you look under.
maybe I just wanted to be left alone.
but hearing you breathe makes my heart jump sometimes.
I cant have another burden on my heavy conscience.
I said I'd never hurt you.
and you said you'd never hate me.
but here we are back to point a.
where I talk to you with a muzzle on my mouth
and you are at point b.
ready to hold my hand again.
I am at the top of the bottom of the point.
that has no point.
[ 06 March 2002: Message edited by: apocalyptic vendetta ]
but I have no traction on these slippery feet.
wash me clean of my insecurities.
leave no trace of my lagging vanity.
I want to see through mud.
scratch the hurt off my flaky skin
stare over a thousand stars.
breathe the air that made you real.
hand in hand, you make me strong.
forgive me for backing away.
I want to trust you but you got too close.
I cant let you tear down the wall I built.
step inside my castle there are flowers waiting for you.
but as you take a closer look theyre all dead.
like my emotions.
fleeting in the heat of the moment.
yes you did notice my hands were cold.
but thats not the only thing that has become frozen.
a bitter sense of reality has swept me away
and you were left for the tide to take you back to shore.
washed up I saw you standing there.
but I didnt reach out when I started to drift away
I stare at you but I see nothing.
at times I wish I could see.... something.
but when you've lost a feeling, it doesnt come back.
and you cant find it no matter how many couch cushions you look under.
maybe I just wanted to be left alone.
but hearing you breathe makes my heart jump sometimes.
I cant have another burden on my heavy conscience.
I said I'd never hurt you.
and you said you'd never hate me.
but here we are back to point a.
where I talk to you with a muzzle on my mouth
and you are at point b.
ready to hold my hand again.
I am at the top of the bottom of the point.
that has no point.
[ 06 March 2002: Message edited by: apocalyptic vendetta ]
