Lust
I feel like dying This pain I cannot bear The thought of losing you; that this may all be deceit I writhe in my self-pity as we part I cannot withstand this longing Echoes bounce off the hollow walls As I cry out for you I must talk to you again Don''t waste time without me Waste it with me My heart was once empty It now rests intoxicated... ... with your words Trust... I have doubt within me yet you have already stolen my heart You ripped it out of me Stop feeding... make use of me Manipulation. Tell me this is all real Tell me you are my fantasy come to life. Please. Oh you are truly mystified... not a day do I cease thinking of you; or night.
[desolatedemise] · Tue Oct 24, 2006 @ 03:09am · 0 Comments |