stakes and fairytales.

your body tells me the strangest tales,
though your mouth remains shut, because the truth impales.
there it will stay, hidden behind your eyes,
though i know you can't bare to voice the lies.

i promise you, i will waste away.

i was thinking that if you know a way out, then i'd like to go with you ..

my plastic smile is convincing,
my alive body may assure,
but don't be so easily decieved,
i'm really dead on the inside.

i'll paint another face
and i'll perfect my actions
until i have a flawless design,
there will be no mistakes this time.

when i pretend, what fault can i make?

my lullaby.

i've become so familiar with the taste of salt,
catching your tears on my lips.
you're the most beautiful at your weakest,
it takes my breath away.
i can't speak, so i'll sing to you
because you are my lullaby,
a dream so sweet
softly whispering through my sleep.
yes, i will sing for you,
if you'll only listen.

hungry, hungry for you.

if everything's the way it should be
then why, am i still hungry?
even to taste your sweet apathy
would be heavenly, only god knows
why i come crawling back every time.
but here now without you,
i'm speachless, my tongue is blistered
from the heated words we spoke
to burn each other
and i still miss you,
though i know i shouldn't.

artificial love.

now the excitement's over
you've taken everything from me
that you wanted.
don't you see?
the pain, seering through my veins
and it's your fault.
i won't take credit for anything
that i say or do anymore
because this is not who i am
or who i intended on being.
you control me,
with your fingertips
full of malice
and artificial love.

lost.

without you, i'm present but so vacant
i faught for you, and i was patient
but i lost myself along the way.
i'm an image of who i once was,
a ghost of the person i used to be.
but no longer, it's killing me.
i've got to find my way back.

twinkle twinkle

I'm going to miss the moonlight
on your body, tonight.
Glistening, I'm listening
But your body is telling me lies
and your emotions are untruthful.
You reach out for me,
and grab a handful of nothing.
But I still feel the fire ablaze
from your touch.