Forgive Me
(Stuff: The verses - bits that rhyme - are murmured, sing song. The chorus - italics - is half screamed, half sobbed. The
individual lines are sort of chanted, and the part at the end is on a fading whisper. For this think about 4 in the morning,
and that horrible realisation of the utterly fucked upness of your existance - aligned with one of the few things that you
think could make it better and you fear you fucked that up too. It is for somebody, but because Im that pathetic I'd
prefer not to plaster it all over a page...)
Far within the warehouse, hide behind myself
Curled up on the dusty floor, playing with the elf
Each touch would fossilise my skin, each breath turn me to stone
We’re jaded and you’re wary now, worse each time they moan
I find my peace in others, they suck their kicks from you
I know – once made – the wound we gave, would never quite heal through
Sure only of my losing, and even though you win
Crucified with my disguise, scarred from limb to limb
Never touched, no you won’t heal, twined around my skin,
Whittle back by all your dreams, innocence worn thin
NEVER fucking let me go, let me find my peace
All those chains we made ourselves,
I’ll chain your flesh to mine…
If every fairy was an edge the world would be so fully fledged…
Softer, silker, dance between the time that fate decided
Nobody would ever know for fear I’d be derided
Relief through release I’d play each game your poet’s mind produced
The simple touch, never enough, always to be seduced
Never touched, no you won’t heal, twined around my skin,
Whittle back by all your dreams, innocence worn thin
NEVER fucking let me go, let me find my peace
All those chains you created
I’d pull your flesh to mine…
If every wish came true I’d wish…and then…and then…and then…
Closer then
I apologise
Don’t let go…
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