Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Questions



These many questions

What the hell is your lousy suggestion?

Now that the minutes have gone by

Quicker than a blink of an eye

Take off that black tie of deception

I’m through making these exceptions

How do we love each other this much?

How do we cry for each other this many tears?

How do we hold each other this tight?

Why don’t we laugh?

Why don’t we smile?

Why is it that we die inside when we’re apart?

What will the future bring?

What time will the real thing begin?

What is there left to hope for?

Where can we escape to?

Where have we let our love lie?

Where will you take me when it’s over in a goodbye?

These many questions

What the hell is your lousy suggestion?

Now that the minutes have gone by

Quicker than a blink of an eye

Take off that black tie of deception

I’m through making these exceptions

These things aren’t fair

I shouldn’t have care

That times around you are so hard to bear

Help me move on and leave insanely delicious affair

I really hate you more than I’ll ever know

But understand that doesn’t mean that we’re done

All you have to do again is just say a simple delectable hello

These many questions

What the hell is your lousy suggestion?

Now that the minutes have gone by

Quicker than a blink of an eye

Take off that black tie of deception

I’m through making these exceptions

We never say that these could be our last words

Because you think this is going to go on forever

But listen as I plunge through to devour

Your heart bursting with whiskey soaked watercolors

These many questions

What the hell is your lousy suggestion?

Now that the minutes have gone by

Quicker than a blink of an eye

Take off that black tie of deception

I’m through making these exceptions

Can’t you see now that you’re stained and broken?

Can’t you see that you’ve been damned to hell?

So give, give up already

And rest those tired lies on the masked words of my farewell

It’s time to take off that black tie of deception

I’m through making these exceptions ((I’m through making these exceptions))

Monday, September 18, 2006





The Nine of Hearts

The words you spoke

The lies you told

The touch you hold

You’re nothing but a simple contradiction waiting to be

My newest afflicted addiction

You’re nothing but a simple beauty waiting to be

My newest fiduciary duty

The words you spoke

The lies you told

The touch you hold

You’re nothing to me now

You’re nothing to me now

How can you think that those things

Those simplistic feelings are all that I’m bringing

To the falling house of cards

That you so juvenilely constructed for our love

Built from breaking hearts

Poor kings and queens

Jokers and jacks all to be seen

The words you spoke

The lies you told

The touch you hold

Know that things will never be the same

As I take a final blow

And watch the last nine of hearts

Fall into a pit of endless

Desperation and destruction

The dust collecting on my hands and feet

I climb down the ladder that swings all too freely

You’re voice echoing with a malicious laughter

My beat quickens

And my steps chase after

I search for the end in sight

But to my darkest delight

You sit in the queen’s lap

Twirling her hair around your fingers

Singing sweet sorrows to her lips

The cards all slowly refolding

Before my tears of acid aching loving

Into a perfect fifty-three

Only one piece missing

And that piece

Is me.