Some sort of sick twisted love
And I hate that i'm so callous to it's causes
to it's undeniable reasons that leave me stranded
caught without a paddle or rope
No love and no hope
No chance of surviving or thriving on your stale inflection
And in my reflection is you
trapped in this prison
cell made for escape like this blood
on my lips and that sway that you make
when you walk with your hips
in wide circulation like soft meditiation from all of your fears
While my tears make a waterfall over my face
falling to ground in silence ungolden
And blazoned with streaks from showers above
I still hope for
Some sort of sick twisted love
No comments:
Post a Comment