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the offer

 

 

I’m standing right in front of you, making you an offer

and you can’t even refuse it because you’re not paying

any attention at all

it makes me want to tie you down and strip you of your blindfold

and make you look into the light

and let the shattered dreams slip from your bloodied fingers

Bring you stumbling into the harsh reality

naked as a newborn

and make you view yourself as I see you

Cut the ropes that bind your wrists

with broken memories

and watch the tainted blood run to the floor

 

But will you chase the escape down the drain

and ignore the hand that’s out to save you?

Or will you come to me, and look in the mirror of your soul

and find the piece that’s been missing

for so long

you didn’t even know it was gone?

 

There are times when I just feel the need to stand here

and scream at you

Until I either lose my voice or you go deaf

because I don’t seem to be getting my point across

any other way

Am I laying my soul bare before you

just so you can look away?

I cut my wrists, but do you care that I bleed?

Because you’re too focused on the one who made you bleed

to see any blood before you now

 

The old wounds flow just as willing as the new

when the flesh is rent asunder

but they close when offered the same tenderness

and a chance to heal

Warm flesh against cool grass

working magic in pale moonlight

take my offer

give me your hand

Mirrorglass reflecting back the whole

and not just the pieces that have fallen

Tainted pools of gloss black blood forgotten

tender fingertips tend the wounds old and new

 

But do you see any of this at all?

I’m standing right in front of you, arms outstretched

offering you the powers to make your dreams come true

but you’re still living in the past

dwelling on hopes that never became reality

and up til now, I’ve done exactly what you’ve wanted

whispered those reassuring words into your ear

as we’ve held each other close

you’re oblivious to the future that you hold within your arms

and I sometimes wish I could release you

and smack you upside the head

if only to open your eyes

to my offer