ScorpionKissed Retreat

Hell-o

eight thin fingures, two thumbs. if they hadn't been there all the time, i wouldn't even know they were mine. carved so well but never an option to buy or to sell. they'll lead me past heaven to hell. trembling, needing to feel YOU, they carve YOUR name in ink...

don't YOU confess...

i want to watch the world cry, to see the tears run down your face. a web of clean and tangled lines upon your cheek they'll trace. and maybe i will comfort you or maybe turn away. i just want to see someone else living out this pain. i want to watch the world cry, and purge me of your sin. salty shudders and soggy screams to shut this loathing in. and it will do me good, i think, even if all else stays the same. i just want to see someone else living out this pain.

Truth #2

hours flew by since i've seen your face. your silenced voice has left no trace. come with me to erase this pain. (i'm vain?!) come to me for i've missed you again. and if i've led you on, if i've torn you down- hey, it's on me. have another round. if i've brought you up, if i've made you smile- we all do what we can every once in a while. it's a comfort to know you're still here alive. please pardon my sins; i'm just trying to survive.