My story with words
I have this flaw, I keep on wanting to contain it but its energy is just too raw… It changes, it dances and keeps on shifting the tides around my mind, and I keep falling and losing the senses to stand straight. Eventually I’m turning blind; evidentially I’m losing my mind.
It’s immeasurable, it’s irreparable; the immense rage that I can’t seem to draw, it keeps dragging me behind a flow, and I find myself leached by its claws.
A prisoner I find myself, chained I came to be, and shackled with a radiating addictive pleasure I came to be brought to life, even if it was for a brief time, I would find myself to be sought by the hands of you, I find my senses chalked by the mere glare of you, Stealing my reality and sealing it away, and god do I love it! You feed on contrast, you love giving the hints of everything but taking it all with a single touch of you. And that’s how you made me yours.
Vision of mine is slowly becoming impaired; still a glowing thread is keeping my hazy road alive. My chest is utterly distressed, still air keeps on pumping my lungs and fueling my rigged drive. Damaged beyond repair you say? I’ m becoming alive i prefer, that of course if you may.
Command me i say, i beg of you i say, mercy I shout…
It’s defiance you respond…
Defiance you say or imply? You are wrong I say, more like I don’t care… That my dear is lust, that my dear is rust, oh sorry I meant to say trust… oops you glimpsed some of it didn’t you? My memories that got eating up, by your never ending dust. I’m getting playful I know… Forgive me, old habits tends to never die.
Sigh… See! Where you are getting me at? I kept waiting you know?
Still… My, oh my! You’ve responded at last. I’ve searched for you for so long, I longed for the echoes of your voice, and I’ve missed the eyes of you long before I’ve ever met. I used to fall asleep with one eye shut closed and the other one wide open; for I wanted to dream of you and hoped to grasp the shape of you, ironically at the same time I wanted to stay awake to get the hold of you, if fate ever sent you by.
Dear oh dear, Eruption of mine is inevitable… You are tearing me apart.
It’s like I’m craving it…
It’s like I’m craving the words that you keep on carving at the back of my skull, scarring me with a beautiful agony that I can’t seem to stop enjoying.
It’s like, it’s like I’m hooked…
It’s like I’m hooked on a glorious beauty that I keep on staring at to the point that left my back crooked. I’m in a mess, I truly am. Yet I don’t seek help, because I’ve got you, my dear messed up mind of mine, It’s confusing I know. These are my own words I know, still don’t blame me, I’m just but a mere messenger of a mind that keeps tingling with words; that I can’t seem to fully understand, they are his after all… there you have it, my story with words is just as written above.