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Dark Livid Fantasy I LeaveThat perfect storm - you know,
when hot meets cold - and it blows,
like writing from an amateur soul.
Bleeding from my cold dark livid fantasy,
some things can never be seen,
as clearly as through those bloodshot Devil's eyes - you hide,
you have always hid so well,
do you see me clearly?
Could you possibly understand?
Could you be the one I've waited on?
Could you be that dream I used to know so well?
That takes me from my darkness to some warm safe place,
I would call home - I think maybe,
but I don't want to say,
because my dark livid fantasy has always kept me sane,
well as sane as I can be anyway.
But if you are that one,
that one I've waited on so long,
I have to give it up - let go of my scarred tormented mind.
You make me sane - How does that work?
I'm not afraid but I think I should be,
afraid to leave this place I've always known,
to finally have my home,
but I've already said it - I can't regret it,
this is perfect.
I will not miss my dark livid fantasy,
as long as you allow
Blood money can't buy meWishin' in the mirror
is anything clearer,
than the things you see in the broken pieces of your mirror?
I will not be your fetish,
wont be your fasination,
you are just a liar - a complicated invader of my mind.
I don't want to be someone's one who is just there,
just 'cause your too afraid,
don't love me - just want me - say you need me - don't believe it,
this isn't good enough,
it really never was.
I wont die 'cause your selfish,
money is money - but I don't want your blood money.
I want a heart with no restraints,
I want mine back - yours is yours - so keep your trash,
so keep that fake selfish need - that you call love,
be on your own or live in your fear,
keep going the way your going,
the end will be disturbing.
I wont die for your selfish need,
I finally get why you're greed,
too many lies in the law - too many flaws in the faith,
where is the love when there is none,
beauty and ambition don't equal love.
Sing me a song that hasn't already been done,
write me a word that has re
My silent speakingHe touches me in ways - not even realised,
when fast asleep and dreaming of another - under dark cover of night.
Sleeping silence - at my ever twisting dream,
weaving in and out of proprity,
a long lost sanity - that only wakes - in dream,
and a whispering phoenix speaks words of longing.
Interpret us as star dust - melting away before the dawn,
our eyes will see only what they wish,
and our minds will feel more than we can comprehend.
Saving starlight dwendling through unsatisfied rings - of far fetched tells.
Am I no more than a piece of rye long forgotten?
I tangle myself up in silence - all my words left unsaid,
but to never speak - is to never know,
only the fading twinkle of my twilight,
hears my silent speakings of wanting.
The hand that can not reachI am the ear that always listens - but the hand that can not reach,
the door that's always open - but the words that never speak.
I am here - always here - but their eyes are to dark to see - to blinded toward me.
Holding the hand of a dead soul - is like praying for an angel,
the words too weak - their hearts too decade,
my grasp can only go so far - my failed cries and pleas - can only fairy you half way,
and the blame can only be placed - on the ones who didn't try.
The mind a fragile thing - I may be the ear that always listens - but always remember -
I am also the hand that can not reach.
finding meTake this with you always and hold it - firm and fragile,
no one can hurt me - 'cause i dont let them that close,
but you can - my dear,
so please don't take my words lightly - 'cause they are as my heart which you now cradle,
only one could ever break me - even without the label,
and with my every present thought wrapped around you,
I feel more safe and more fearful than I even knew,
nothing in this world could have been anymore clear or anymore real,
you are now an forever my Savior.
the things that areI wish there was something I could say to make you okay ,
I wish there was something I could do to take away the rain - and the pain ,
I know still lives inside of you ,
I still see that hurt in your eyes,
Its there all the time and I know you hide it well,
sometimes I feel that your inside my mind.
T undo the past ,
to fight for my right,
to make things right,
to just keep holding tight,
Istill wonder if its enough.
But then again I know,
things may help but never heal ,
and somethings can't ever be real - enough,
to make you stray from the path you stay,
as long as I'm here I'll do my best,
but I know I can't say a damn thing to stop the rain.
Even now in my mind,
these days when I look happier then ever,
that same rain I see in you ,
is still burried in the back - of my mind too,
even if I can hide it better than you.
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