Post by angelsarefascists on Dec 31, 2006 22:47:33 GMT -5
The rain needlessly pounding, breaking,
splintering the lens separating realities,
and I can feel my body yearning, aching,
as my misplaced love begins to freeze
inside of me, constricting useless veins
and ripping apart the lining of my heart.
This irrepressible façade I still feign
keeps me denying and trying to depart.
And this is all so authentic to me now,
all too tangible to be anything less
than the reality I've somehow vowed
to abandon in the turmoil, the mess.
Just tell me one last time those words -
the ones to keep the sanity within.
Whisper sweetly the lullaby I've heard
only in those dreams, unbearably thin,
unraveling into dawn before their time.
Tell me it isn't real, just bitterly sublime.
Awakened in the sweat of weariness, restless,
stolen by the cold shoulder of tomorrow,
destroying any hopes I began to possess
as the showers became sparse and somehow
I just knew it was you staring down at me
from the heavenly habitat of absolution,
letting down your tears in a noble jubilee
to assure me this is only the final solution.
Just tell me one last time those words -
the ones to keep the sanity within.
Whisper sweetly the lullaby I've heard
only in those dreams, unbearably thin,
evaporating in the twilight of many tears.
Tell me this isn't real - you're still here.
Yet as each kiss of innocent dew caresses
my lips with the seduction of transparency,
the time for goodbyes, which soon obsesses
a fragile mind and body, inclusive clemency,
retaliates forlorn emotion with its passing.
Valediction is beyond my grasp this time,
churning within me to become a contempt
for my own well-being, forsaken rhymes.
Forgetting is all I have left, yet still exempt.
Just tell me one last time those words -
the ones to keep the sanity within.
Whisper sweetly the lullaby I've heard
only in those dreams, unbearably thin,
shattering under the stress I can't conceal.
Just tell me it isn't real.
splintering the lens separating realities,
and I can feel my body yearning, aching,
as my misplaced love begins to freeze
inside of me, constricting useless veins
and ripping apart the lining of my heart.
This irrepressible façade I still feign
keeps me denying and trying to depart.
And this is all so authentic to me now,
all too tangible to be anything less
than the reality I've somehow vowed
to abandon in the turmoil, the mess.
Just tell me one last time those words -
the ones to keep the sanity within.
Whisper sweetly the lullaby I've heard
only in those dreams, unbearably thin,
unraveling into dawn before their time.
Tell me it isn't real, just bitterly sublime.
Awakened in the sweat of weariness, restless,
stolen by the cold shoulder of tomorrow,
destroying any hopes I began to possess
as the showers became sparse and somehow
I just knew it was you staring down at me
from the heavenly habitat of absolution,
letting down your tears in a noble jubilee
to assure me this is only the final solution.
Just tell me one last time those words -
the ones to keep the sanity within.
Whisper sweetly the lullaby I've heard
only in those dreams, unbearably thin,
evaporating in the twilight of many tears.
Tell me this isn't real - you're still here.
Yet as each kiss of innocent dew caresses
my lips with the seduction of transparency,
the time for goodbyes, which soon obsesses
a fragile mind and body, inclusive clemency,
retaliates forlorn emotion with its passing.
Valediction is beyond my grasp this time,
churning within me to become a contempt
for my own well-being, forsaken rhymes.
Forgetting is all I have left, yet still exempt.
Just tell me one last time those words -
the ones to keep the sanity within.
Whisper sweetly the lullaby I've heard
only in those dreams, unbearably thin,
shattering under the stress I can't conceal.
Just tell me it isn't real.