I think that everything I do I do for you by LostIntegrity, literature
Literature
I think that everything I do I do for you
This scab
is hard and dark
It itches
and begs to be torn away
My nails flirt with its edges
Relief in the form of
damage
I just want to rip it off
I just want to bleed again
Bring me fresh wet blood, my heart
Show me, please
that I have not dried up
completely
my dreams are not inviting me tonight to see the tales they weave...
instead they float along to somewhere else, betaking of their leave...
and i am left at shore to ponder, idly paralyzed in time
where will they be going? what if they were mine?
in the middle of my helpless contemplation, i was stricken with a presence
a stranger, so familiar, somehow feeling of ascendance...
he looked at me with kindness only, understanding in his eyes...
then softly pressed his lips on mine, to entice a new emprise
so hand in hand, he and i, we wondered from the sand
and turned outward unknowingly, to face the empty land
from somwhere else a bree
I think that everything I do I do for you by LostIntegrity, literature
Literature
I think that everything I do I do for you
This scab
is hard and dark
It itches
and begs to be torn away
My nails flirt with its edges
Relief in the form of
damage
I just want to rip it off
I just want to bleed again
Bring me fresh wet blood, my heart
Show me, please
that I have not dried up
completely