"Stupidly funny of me... I liked this guy... oh mannn... but he was just an 'ass' who loves girls, alcohol and drugs... I want to change him... but only heaven can do it!"
Your face moves like a ship navigating my world,
But you’re just a stranger I’ve seen one day,
Someone’s whose name I got from where I was told,
By some people who believed your life was astray.
And it’s obvious to see your loathsome personality,
Your sharp eyes that are reddened by your addictive flight,
Your burned earlobes where rings hang painfully,
A skidrow punk who hangs out at night.
You’re a wasted fellow where unproductive act clings,
But believe it I see you in a different view,
You’re may be superficially angelic with blackened wings,
But you’ve turned my darkened sky into deep blue.
A reason of knowing you is to plunge in your game,
Of skinning the pervert, to reveal a renewed one,
It would be rewarding to see you have tamed,
The gentleness in you, and the evil eyes to stun.
But hell I’m a dunce to finally fall to a stranger,
A prince in my dreams, but nobody in reality,
Your ignorance of my feelings flare up my anger,
Deep anger of myself, my involvement in stupidity.
And I used to hang around to follow your track,
Just to see you safe, As I’ve said in my prayers,
But it’s unfair for giving a crap without payback,
It’s the same thing as touching you would slit my fingers.
You bash my heart as you do on your drums,
You’re a professional torturer with a job too handy,
You’ve ruined my being, as you skate on your ramps,
You’re digging a grave for my fractured body.
And now I’m still playing stupid as I called it,
Trailing after your shadow just to see it bent,
A lunatic being, freed from her shackled seat,
And hysterically sniffing her loved one’s scent.
I see no light as I grope in your tunnel,
You never realize my feet that had been bleeding,
A complicated search like a saint wandering in hell,
But the saint couldn’t see her devil’s healing.
The idea if my mission is a failure from the start,
It struck me dead, now you’re shoving me aside,
But I won’t reveal a tear, and blood in my heart,
It’s His plan I know, damn that I’ve tried.
Now in my mind hangs a star-spangled reverie,
In my eyes there’s our mirror of intimate attraction,
In my heart there’s a painting of our beautiful scenery,
But all in all it’s the Normally Insane’s fiction.
