stars under skin (where you can’t see)
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oh, I just have to ask, how does love feel like...?
Like you're burning inside sometimes and everything is spilling (and you can't stop it but hurt and -)
(like you don't want it to stop but only burn more and brighter because your heart is so full of it and wants so much more)
It's an enigma, a tricky thing. Contradictions. Complicated and sometimes, not
(sometimes, it's the clearest thing in the world)
but the thing is once you know love, you can't live without it (it touches you and leaves a hole that will kill you if it's not filled).
There's so much of it, so many different shades and shapes (some you will hate, some you will feel like it does not suit you but oh, oh my dear when you find that shade&shape that fits and sings home -
oh dear, that is when you will know it and,
-can never leave.
Shrunken
The boy in the cupboard stands in the ashes.
Down his face melts the tears.
Eyes like a tiger.
Defensive.
Broken.
Hurt.
Darts that pierce the everlasting soul.
Now what does he hold?
Drip…drop red and brash.
Drip…drop carved and gnashed.
Withered lay two.
Before them he stands.
A cruel smile, a timid shake.
Creep he does ever closer.
Skilled with the blade, driven by pure ecstasy.
Why?
He asks.
Unfolded before dawn does the scene.
Bloodied cries.
Red room lies.
Of the corpses he talks.
Damned, dirtied, stuck.
Unworldly am I.
Purged be you.
A blissful ending.
He smiles.
For me not you…
I can’t get you out of my head
You are in my head
poking at my brain
and dashing away.
Your laughter echos
(echos)
filling the empty space
with a sickening sweetness.
You are leaving
footprints
on my circling thoughts
(and now I'm thinking of loving you).
get out of my head.
get out of my head.
get out of my head.
(You are in my head, and I'm okay with it)