He is more then the rivers beds we lay in... covered by cahoas... and he makes me feel like ink with too much lead.. weighed down .. til it flows over the sacredness .. of blowing out the candles be4 it flickers out ... he had this way of filling me with melodies .. i started to spill like a river in pure water in stead of dripping out tears..... vile tranquility was what we shared.. blood soaked sheets.. to beautiful to clean ...but to drenched to lie in...
but i wont let this flower burn down to a weed. i 'll replant your love .. til it manifests into a seed. pull it out if it rots and bleeds.... like water spills from a river... my body eats it up hungry and ready to feed....he claims more then his hunger can return....... haunting melodies play in minor chords ...it lights . then Burns..my heart lingering to close to the blade... i hate his sarcasm .. i hate that he wont let himself feel ... i hate him cause i cant plant the seed .. and my hunger is so overwhelming with nothing to feed... I'm spilling too much blood ... the rivers spueing a rageing flood...... wont u help me clean it up.. there soaking the sheets to much.. rivers overflowing .. drowning and killing denied love...
