'No Compensation.'
By blackheart
Tearing flesh... To compensate! Holding breath, to demonstrate... The thoughts in mind! (demons in my head) Dangerous i meet me, In a dream i can’t accept, Quickly finding nightmares, That see me bloody red! Nails down! My spine! (?) Look at me inside... i am not what you might call fine! Sorry my sweet angel, It is not you that makes me twist and turn this way, (demons in my head) Tearing flesh... To compensate for something i detest. i dare a sweet young saviour... To touch this frail failure... and say; "Tomorrow sees the sunrise, and with it be your heart, No more you’ll feel pain my love, don’t tell, don’t ask. See the light inside your eyes, as you peer in dusty mirror, And notice there is more to you than the weakness you deliver. i will not leave you now, tomorrow or the next. So love, listen to me now, come lay with me and rest." Yet... Tearing flesh... The compensation of her voice, Is sweet but cannot change, The person wrapped inside the mind, (demons in my head) That to me seems so deranged! Sorry my sweet angel, You have done all you could do! But i will always be the twisted soul, i was before i met you! Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 12:01 AM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 10
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"Tearing flesh......"