puzzle piece frustration
By whisperer
groaning pillars of compressed mineral stamped emotions
lyrical riddles swimming around my irises as another broken heart song
hits the speakers
all the small things stacked like dominoes
or a house of cards
waiting to break at the slightest touch
every step taken measured twice, cut once
carefully detailed to fuck myself at the softest anything it seems
slamming head first into every wall while desperatly trying to patch the
chinks in my own
how the fuck can i be falling apart so quickly
every sentence now feels like a disaster masterpiece in the breaking
so i am
so shall it be
forever
waking to shaking
taking the attention of others into the haunted plastic shaving demon
walking down the lines of sighs in the dark
sinister grounds of sex by the sounds of the phantom fucked
facing the eyeless gaze of my enemy
frustration
mediates nothing it just fosters a vision shaking anger at a painless advance
stance broken and everything fades once again to blood and black
let me break this heart so willingly placed in my hands tonight
tomorrow i'll forget her
dominate
destroy the one inside and watch me never remember
look at me
smile
and i'll haunt your thoughts
speak
and i'll posses your body
touch me
and be consumed by a stranger
scream my wretched name and hate me
dearly
sweetly
i'm tied to no one
which means you came here to watch me
now watch me burn
an utterly dark decay in your thought remotely blended ties
down i go as you wished it
forget me
you say you don't believe in anything
i guess you can't believe in me
you know i'm the haunted eyes that search teh skies howling the sounds
of stillborn crowns, i died inside a dream so that you don't have to watch
my naked corpse re-animate to wait
and bleed
forget me
Comments on "puzzle piece frustration"
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On Tuesday, March 14, 2006, manywalks
(750) wrote:
Damn, that first line wrapped round me, and each following only tightened its hold til i felt release and disappointment both at the last one. Excellent. ~ wen
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A former member wrote:
Words that bite, even, through a murderous tongue.. in my mind, this melodiously 'unraveled' into a pile of hissing ashes.. don't break.
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A former member wrote:
"forget me" but dear, one could never hope to forget a soul as beautiful as yours. It's just not probable (I'd say it's impossible, but I've already proven impossibilities happen daily) Another beautifully painted piece. *Evangel*