when you can't stop wanting to go back... |
I watch in silence the tears streak down your face; I light the shadows that seem so out of place; I kneel with horror, the shame of our disgrace; I walk on paths erased without a trace. A crush of flesh, hands and thighs the tantalizing fragrance, murmured secrets of sweet surmise, ecstasy in climax, swept away, can't relax. These hollow sounds of childhood fears echo loud enough to wake the dead; and still I've waited all these years to right the wrongs left in your stead. Disillusioned, stripped of my innocence, oppressed by sound, floored by fury, silently pleading for life to make sense, for mercy from you, judge and jury. Will you deem me unworthy, I wonder, as you tear me apart limb from limb, your needs the burdens I labor under, black holes in which I drown my sin? Is it wrong to love you, I ponder, though forbidden fruit always taste best? I hate you as my heart grows fonder; I long for the ghost of what was, and cannot rest. I am mocked by you, sole witness to my turmoil, my mistake, my colossal fall from grace. |