Tuesday, January 15, 2013

A Ride to the Heart or Somewhere Less Secluded

There's not an open road to find your way
No signs or signals for your GPS
And I am just a cluttered case of hell
Reflecting every broken piece of skin
That coats the fear of meaning anything
To you today, tonight, tomorrow too
Since all I know in life is how to hurt
I'd burn myself alive just to preserve
The frailties that perfect the way you love
Believe me when I say I'm worse than real
I'm haunting as a disembodied touch
That holds you every night you spend alone
So save yourself from every beast I am
By making love with loneliness instead

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