O’ why can’t I get out of here! Is it comfort, malaise, or not knowing how to deal?
I stare blankly in your eyes and you grasp me firmly in your arms- I scream, let me go!
You look away and then turn back with tears- what story line have you dreamed up?
This is it, yes is it, there is no other way. I push you off the cliff and you holler, still holding my hand.
We lay beside each other on the ground, black eyes shining- and a single raven…circling around.
I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up
I was in a good place the other day but now I’m drifting away- too far, too much
As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it’s being torn out
The bpd is getting the best of me driving people I love away- even after he took me back
What kind of a fool am I that my mind torments me so as indelicacy grips my ribs and won’t let go
Will I survive another day to endure more of myself or at least what is left of this mad hat sanity
I am somewhere else not where I am and lost in this daisy atmosphere.
Trying to unravel these ravings that ravish my mind tied up as they are in time
The dirtiness abounds the cravings become and I try to behave like a normal being
Mortal wounds flare up and push me down as I fondle these letters in my soft hands
Unraveling feelings until raving and partying ravishes my mind warped in time.
You will fall hard for me this night because a girl like me is impossible to find. Oh my, how you will get addicted to me-but I can hardly blame you. I’m a drug, a hallucinogen, a horrid habit you are hungry to have as your hands explore the soft curvature of my hips. Go ahead nurture your power to knead my nipples and breathe on them with fanciful whispers of hate and heated passion. Lash out at me with deep seeded need from your depths and masquerading as a man filled with fire. Like the frenzied feeding of starving piranha you will seek me and devour me with deadly messy speed. Push me, pull me, give me more. Fall hard for me this night and then you’ll experience my primitive desire to score…