Storytime... (KISS)

...the twisted little way I have of writing...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

So Cold

verse

When I was young, I used think about the days we had together.
The way you used to make me feel so alive. I could not be afraid.
Time was so brief, And I never could believe
Standing by your side, your hands in mine,
That now you're gone.
They don't feel the same.
We used to be together,
Your lips when I kiss them now
Used to be so free.
Are so cold.
With the tide and the mood
Your hands, like my world.
And the moon and the breeze
Closed tight and so cold
And lying there next to you...
Like this crazy feeling
Your hands on me.
Of your hands on me.

chorus

Lips to mine.
You'd say to me: what about now?
And in the lonely night, I wait.
In the lonely night I pray.
Kiss my hands, your lips like ice.
It all falls away.
I miss you.
But still I kiss this stone, your stone.
Like ice.
so cold.

verse

When will it come time to meet the angels and the maker?
Opening that first box of macaroni dinner
because I can't cook.
What about the rice at the wedding we never had?
Standing by your side, your hand in mine,
And when they call.
And who is to blame.
You’d take me by the hand.
Devil’s is a smile so warm.
And kiss me gently.
Time stood still.
With the tide and the mood
Your hands, like my world.
And the moon and the breeze
Closed tight and so cold
And lying there next to you...
Like this crazy feeling
Your hands on me.
Of your hands on me.

chorus

Lips to mine.
You'd say to me: what about now?
And in the lonely night, I wait.
In the lonely night I pray.
Kiss my hands, your lips like ice.
It all falls away.
I miss you.
But still I kiss this stone, your stone
Like ice.
So cold.

bridge

The silent sound of the phone hitting the floor,
I run to the door.
Screaming at the wind never helped.
Because you're really gone.

chorus

Lips to mine.
You'd say to me: what about now?
And in the lonely night, I wait.
In the lonely night I pray.
Kiss my hands,
your lips like ice.
It all falls away.
I miss you.
But still I kiss this stone, your stone
Like ice.
So cold.

So cold. So cold. so cold.

Hidden, (written a long long time ago... )

Hidden in a drawer, I try to throw you from the room.
When the time comes to breathe in your poison
I shall breathe sparce breaths ~ deeply.
I shall call to a stranger from across the room,
To help me die, to use his destructive nature.
To keep from me your joys.
Having you in my hands, small thing you are
Your cause and purpose I despise
Yet I revear you! I want you. I own you.
Sweet one from across the room, tell me your lie,
Give me your hand in gentle, abrassive touch.
Teach me how it is you do what I cant.
And tickle with gentle burning my senses.
As I gasp.
I watch you dance, never letting my poison,
My own end, from your sight as you...
Flicker from my view, dancing, and gone.
I too am gone and lost in your embrace
Your poison spreads all to slow as I breathe,
Gasping, gentle lips feel forward for air that is not there.
I strain to breathe.
Slow breath, sparse breath.
Until your poison is gone, I sit here dying.
In my tiny room where I've been left again.
I am free again from death,
I will try again tomorrow.
To not take my medication.
To die from the asthma.

Angel

You ever find it hard
To believe in an angel.
Someone from above,
that sits on your shoulder and sings.
She sings of laughter,
of light and of love.
And when the night comes,
she dies.
Like sweet bells ringing silver,
In the darkness without you,
she dies.
Is it so hard for you,
To believe in and angel.
Who rises with the sunrise.
New with the new day.

Where would you go;
To scream into the rain,
To find harmony,
To kill the pain.
Where would you go?
If no one were there,
To watch you fall,
To pick you up,
To cast your worry aside.
Where would you go?
To find an angel.
Like me.
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