You purse your lips and whisper tragedy as I sit tracing the lines on the floor. I'm searching the cracks for souls left behind, whishing to see them break free from the trampled gravel and pass me by. You hold beauty in a place so frigid, the thought alone forces chills to run up my spine. In this moment I long to escape myself. I cross my fingers and beg your voice to leave my head but I can still feel your breath hot against my ear. You were always everything, but you'll never be anything. Your hair cascades down my shoulder as you bury me with your words. I'm sinking deeper into the ground. My heart is beating in my throat and it's gettin
I watched you as you sat, slowly tracing shapes in the sand.
The wind was blowing hard, as your hair seemed to dance in the air.
I watched…
You couldn't see me, you had yet to notice me.
I could see you, tears streaming from your eyes
Slowly dampening the sand under you
(I wished I could be the sand underneath you... silently catching your tears)
I watched…
Wanting nothing more than to hold you
To tell you that it would be ok…
But that's not what you would want.
(it was never what you wanted.)
I watched…
Knowing that you ne
I'm lost again
In the depth of your eyes
An endless abyss
that I am more than pleased
to lose myself in
Captured by your song
Held by your heart
Infinite confines
I wish to never escape
Your words are melodies
Soft and beautiful
You're the Siren
And I, no more than a lonely sailor
Lost at sea
Call unto me
Hypnotize
You are my muse
And my heart holds the pen
Writing tales of homesick men
Devoured by lust
Held captive to your song
Merciless in greed
One by one
They fall victim at your feet
Melodies dance
As they take their last breath
And I, just the same
for it is pure ecstasy
to drown at your mercy
I drop like a s
Current Residence: Somewhere you don't want to be. Favourite genre of music: Anything that can make my heart skip a beat. Operating System: Windows XP Professional
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Fall Out Boy
Favourite Writers
The one who broke me into pieces.
Tools of the Trade
Pentax Optio 30, Photoshop CS2 and last but not least my wonderful but fleeting imagination.