timelinezero
07-07-2011, 09:40 PM
This is it, the ultimatum
my nails are paled and pounding in pain
under the warm lamp light, my skin burnt from fright
as years become wet, the sweats I've slept through in the night
all I've never misread, the scent, the curve of her neck
in clothes, this skin wrenched in ink, your beauty never dulled or stained
as I burrow through the long forgotten lead
crawling through the sheets, gnawing away at the meat
the beastly longing only feigned, being miles away from me
she's clawing through these eyes, and coming back to life
every shred, in this poets head, is buried shallowest
to never beset, to never rest, on the fingers of time
as they walk away without a bow, a wretched mess, always dawning a white gown, the bent crown of success
well, how could I forget
what I never left?
my nails are paled and pounding in pain
under the warm lamp light, my skin burnt from fright
as years become wet, the sweats I've slept through in the night
all I've never misread, the scent, the curve of her neck
in clothes, this skin wrenched in ink, your beauty never dulled or stained
as I burrow through the long forgotten lead
crawling through the sheets, gnawing away at the meat
the beastly longing only feigned, being miles away from me
she's clawing through these eyes, and coming back to life
every shred, in this poets head, is buried shallowest
to never beset, to never rest, on the fingers of time
as they walk away without a bow, a wretched mess, always dawning a white gown, the bent crown of success
well, how could I forget
what I never left?