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It was a night I looked for comfort
It was a night I needed to feel

I looked everywhere for something
I looked everywhere for you

I knew you could give me what I needed
I knew you could talk me out of this sadness

I could never find you
When all I needed was to see you

The darkness drew closer
Slowly swallowing me whole in a corner

All I needed was you
But I guess this silver blade would do
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You don't know me
I make art with the blood from my wounds

You don't know me
I greet the moon with my tears

You don't know me
I bleed myself dry of happiness

You don't know me
I live in a house I cannot call home

You don't know me
So how can you say you that you are in love with me

You don't know me
But if by some chance you do get to know the real me without the bullshit

Please, don't run away from me.
When you get to know me, tell me who I am

Because the saddest part of no one knowing you is not knowing who you are
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I was in between dream and reality
I didn't know which is which

When I felt that warm caress on my face I looked for it
Then that warmness went else where
Somewhere it shouldn't have gone

I thought sleep protected me
And as I was under that false protection I waited for you to stop
And be the person I thought who you were

But that protection only gave you a chance to be the devil that you are
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When this started i didn't know what I was getting into.
You were a friend.
Then things changed, the sad thing is I alone noticed the change.

You've created a line we cannot cross.
Instead of being on the same side I am stuck opposite from you.
And though you try to give me enough of what I need.
I let greed swallow me whole.

I wait for the day when you meet someone new, someone well suited for you.
And I ask myself "Will that be the same day you'll get tired of me?"

It is such a terrifying question to ask.
But still I'll take the chance
For it'll be your answer that will decide my death.

Will I die on the other side as I watch you live your life
Or do I get chance to be with you on that ever so hopeful side.

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Crooked Thinking

Do you not see how immortal man can be?