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Two Faced You - 38
::[Two Faced You]::
Look at me with sets of eyes
that speak in riddles and despise
the person that I have become
where all that you have asked I've done.
You say the first but mean the last
and now our friendship you have cast
to the wind your laughter feeds
as backstab wounds begin to bleed
One too many times (again)
your promise turns to dustful wind
That blows across my bleeding form
and in the laughter/wind I'm torn
Pull the knives out from my back
so wracked with pain that I fight back
I strike the mirror self you see
as your reflections startes to bleed.
Your image of yourself is dust
A satin mask that hides the rust
You think so highly of yourself
that others get knocked from your shelf.
Knives imbed into your hands
I hang you on the wall and then
I leave the broken mirror there
Where at yourself you'll always stare.
Crucified now by your deeds
puddles form from where you bleed.
I sigh and open up my eyes
and back into my hell I slide...
Teardrop Angel - 37
You take my beating heart away
then tear apart my sacred dreams
with hands that know no gentle touch
as voiceless faces strain to scream.
Life's ambitions torn apart
by selfishness, deceipt and pride
You smile as you twist the knife
As hatred daily builds inside.
Close my mind out to your laughter
but visions then invade my dreams
of ripping out your spine to stop
the smile that strains your flesh's seams.
I speak in teardrops to my angel
like morse code they hit the ground
She holds me gently as my anger
slowly tumbles to the ground.
I stroke the band around my finger
and turn to kiss her smiling face
before I step into the hell
I must endure from day to day...
Eyelids covered thick with dust
teardrops etch a curving path.
Raise a hand to wipe the rust
tearfalls loud as siren blasts.
I feel the darkness close in on me
failures echo in my mind
pain assaulting all my senses
stumbling on I try to hide.
Hear the sirens call my name
and feel their icy hands embrace
my teardrops form a frozen guard
and feel my heart begin to race.
Sins from past expressions clawing
long to sink their hooks again.
I smile and I walk right through them
each the substanance of wind.
Forgiveness brings such healing peace
the only tring that can atone.
My sins all left behind and I
remind myself I'm not alone...
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