A poem about chasing your inner demons after a failed relationship. |
Stars falling from the skies Passions being built up in the winds Lies being told through the grapevines Where are you now? Are you still running from your demons? Ever think you were the demons? Athens to Cleveland Cleveland to Beaumont Always running Lover to lover Never settling Fling to fling Laying in her bed The covers thick The Passions on high While deep inside her Sharing sweat and love Do you still think of me? Do you remember our nights under the shooting stars? Athens to Cleveland Cleveland to Beaumont Always running Lover to lover Never settling Fling to fling In the milky green grass You look into her eyes Do you see my reflection? Whispering sweet nothings into her ears Do you hear my echo? Are you still running from your demons? Ever think you were the demons? We were at sin Laying in each others arms Whispering each others names in a thrust of love Oh how could love feel so good How could it feel so good to be in your arms To feel you inside my walls Then you heard the hissing of your demons And you were gone Are you still running from your demons? Ever think you were the demons? I sit under the black sea of night The falling stars flash fall from God's hands Falling like failed missions of dreams and hopes I still hear your echo's I still remember your touch and your embracing hold Athens to Cleveland Cleveland to Beaumont Always running Lover to lover Never settling Fling to fling Are you still running from your demons? Ever think you were the demons? Ever think you were the demon? |