EvanescentMind

I gave it up... The image I'd fought so hard to keep The image I created to hide from you Surrounded by so much sex.. So many lies... I fell away from you... Singing that sweet song of memory Praying for eternal forgiveness, For having lost your hear, so long ago But did I deserve it? To fall back into your arms.. It would only be a heavenly dream One, where I;d be lost in your eyes forever Until in return, you broke my spirit.. My soul wasting away Through your fingers and into the dirt I fell to my knees, wondering.. Had you lost the key to my heart, too? Did you walk away from the imperfections? Yes...the perfection of i

Never go back Never hold it in, to kill you faster Let it breathe... Believe you can be everything Realize you can feel anything Pain... Love... Sorrow... RELEASE.... How can I have forgotten about you, baby? Your warmth? Your touch? Your seductive stare? How submissive I became at the sight of your lips touching my skin... How can I feel such chainless freedom now? To be able to explore the possiblities Without you pulling me back... .....so far down into the abyss. Where do I come back to? This emptiness... This unimaginable loniness? Here. Into a place were I feel weightless. Alone and yet... Free I do not know.

"I will never...." "I can never...." "I swear I'd never...." "God...." The word,never, breathes it's lie into every conversation Every aspect of human interaction The word....the phrase It stings the lips of all who repeat it an all who recieve it It immediately closes our minds And breakdown the very fabric of reality What world can be trapped in such a dysfunctional existance? "I'll NEVER truly know....." The concept of 'never' is a never ending cycle of uncertainty Insecturity- Unsincerity- Rejection.... A weapon Used to sheild the emotions of those who weild it's power It's charge It's fire.... NEVER. NEVER. NEVER.

Understand where my heart lies with you Why this can not be forever My heart can no longer hold the love of two Playing this sick game of russian rulette with your heads I cannot bare to inflict such pain on either of you Hear me when I say there's only one rose let on the thorn And it can't be split done the middle As much as I'd lke it to be As much as I've wished it were that easy I know no sign will show me my path Beyond the way of an empty flame Or a hollow threat How the stereotypical fantasy of a something-"charming" It can never wisk you away into a happily ever after Instead I'm trapped in this twisted romance With th

I quite enjoy the chaos That strange desire for my heart to skip a beat Falling into that unusual pit of silence That soothing silence That feeling of peace Oblivious to the world What a unique beauty you seem to be And I must admit it's something I never realized What I began to live for This sudden change of pace leaves me caught in your eyes Locked away in your gaze Slowly being dragged through that rabbit hole again And I have no desire to escape No efforts to find what was once my reality To keep the dream alive To keep myself enchained to an enchanted slumber A sweet sacrificial heart beats slowly to your hums That bea

I'm not myself when you're depressed. Which is quite often when I think about it. You stare into the skies with little passion in your eyes. Humm with little color in your viens. The kiss means so much less than it had before. I try to aim for more passion to satisfy your sadness. But as my tension builds, you seem to avoid my embrace. Tell me why I can no longer fuel your broken spirit. Why has everything come down to this moment? When you needed me to come over and talk to you. My heart could no longer take the pain of not knowing. That I had lost who you were. I was aware that I couldn't say that I'd loved you. And how it felt

She breathed in and out.. I could only notice those subtle moving features. She screamed something about me being a narcist and a jackass. Which I found quite funny at the time. I knew I wasn't but I let her vent. She didn't belive me when I said I was sorry... About whatever she was so pissed about. But I smiled and listened. Of course it made me smile. Makes me seem like a narcist when you think about it. But I must say I'm not the bad guy in this situation. I loved her like she wanted. Stayed with her every waking moment like she wanted. Played her that same damn love song on my guitar like she asks. And I get this....and I l

Je ne sais pas.... I feel something unusual inside my heart. My heart.... Of all places, I feel consumed. Although, I shall not speak of trivial sadness. I have not become complainative or talkative. But never as silent as the grave. Her grave, her energy, her spirit. Taken away willingly by twisted love. Ever beautiful within I can never admit my longing feelings for this monster. Inside me, it shivers in blindness. J'ai orange paint sur mes mains et visage. Distinctive yet subtle reliance on the unreal. Forgive my silence. Mes mots affectueux pour vous. And understand it slowly as you won't miss a beat.

It had been about a week since that fateful incident. Coming in and out of operating rooms became a normal occurance. Not recalling what I had told to my father each time I went under the knife to fix some broken bone or injury. I began to lose count with how many I had. Strangely, she was there for all of it. For every pre-op convo with the demented mad-scientist named Doctor Walt von Brensonstau, she was there. Silent as the grave for most of the time. Falling asleep in the chair next to my bed, she practically lived in my hospital room. The only people she ever talked to were her friend Monica ,who brought her cloths after her shift at th