Cry to me, it will be fine for now. I am going to make things better somehow. It makes me happy to see your smile, It makes this ache worth the while. It makes the stench not so foul. Cry if you must, make things better. As we chew through the strange tether. It doesn't help when you lose control. This deep dark, yet tiny little hole. Swallow's us into itself deeper. While your scared and shaking uncontrollably, While I am braving and strong unbelievably. You cry and you scream, Wishing it all a dream. Yet, you still smile, ever so sadistically. Deep inside your soul and mind, You knew how it felt in this bind. You have known only how it hurt. Yet, I sense a strange comfort. Never have I felt this kind. Never a breath so sweet. Never before have we had to meet. Your a coward moving blindly. You soon move ever so lightly. So I see you are light on your feet. Shall we run together? And rule this hell forever? Or part now and fight in the end? Let me tell you something friend, I will lose to you never! Will verses way, and I chose neither. I do not need, nor will I ever. I have my soul to guide me. So, neither do I need, Nor do I need either. I am strong yet weak, Things seem strangely bleak. Tired and worn, I was born. Anew, loud yet meek. |