Never felt as close
close to the velvet curtains of life
as I did in the arms of my lover
the holder of my heart
the bearer of my pain
my split apart
what is the lock when there is no key to release the contents it protects?
what is the contents worth when it cannot feel the breeze upon it?
stuck within the confines of its sanctuary.
a coward to the elements
yet the elements cower when its wrath is provoked.
the provocation of such emotion does not come easy
for the confines are well made
thick are the walls. built with you in mind
how do we turn from an ocean of change
to a dungeon of despair
complex beings, we complicate our lives
live? why? for what? for the pain?
I lived for the pain. I gorged my lungs with its bitter breath.
wallowed in the misery of loves ever sharpening edge
until...a hollow shell was left
My ragged breaths come only in moments of clarity
when time seems to stand still
and I feel a bit of hope creep upon my soul like a creature of the night
stalking happiness
a predator to the ways of the prey
praying to stay away from the light. afraid the wounds may radiate
and remind me of this desperate state
devoured by fate
close to the velvet curtains of life
as I did in the arms of my lover
the holder of my heart
the bearer of my pain
my split apart
what is the lock when there is no key to release the contents it protects?
what is the contents worth when it cannot feel the breeze upon it?
stuck within the confines of its sanctuary.
a coward to the elements
yet the elements cower when its wrath is provoked.
the provocation of such emotion does not come easy
for the confines are well made
thick are the walls. built with you in mind
how do we turn from an ocean of change
to a dungeon of despair
complex beings, we complicate our lives
live? why? for what? for the pain?
I lived for the pain. I gorged my lungs with its bitter breath.
wallowed in the misery of loves ever sharpening edge
until...a hollow shell was left
My ragged breaths come only in moments of clarity
when time seems to stand still
and I feel a bit of hope creep upon my soul like a creature of the night
stalking happiness
a predator to the ways of the prey
praying to stay away from the light. afraid the wounds may radiate
and remind me of this desperate state
devoured by fate