This this Not lust
that i feel
Just an empty sense
of satisfaction
nothing at all you say is real
It’s always on your face
it’s the place that does the lying
not your lips
or your voice
or your incandecent crying
It’s your eyes
telling lies
your ever changng story and the why oh whys
to cheat and hate
and love and lust
care for so much but to despise
some of us do, some of us die
At times we tend to uncontrollably cry
These pantomimes of mine
will obviously tell
of sweat and shame
and cheating stress
rolled into a glance so well
and broken in this mess
Irretreivable now
time has past and gone
i would have
taken you away from all this
had you said you’d be the one
But your thoughtless lies
he can see them in your eyes
the anger and distrust and desire to sevre ties
to lie, to use
pick up, put down
your sorrow you drown, your soul slowly dies
wire to wire, side by side,
the contempt of each other multiplyies
Til there’s nowt left
Nothing left for you and me
Maybe next time you won’t be so lucky
and it’s your mam
who calls from A&E
This is more than a feeling
it’s a dream i love to hate
merely an indication
of both of our unstable and
alarming mental states
All those fights
i know that you stand up for ya rights
but he’s not nice he’s got guns and fuck off knives
to shoot and stab
and kill and mame
from you… to them… to him, you’re all the same
stop, please STOP you scream his name
As this abusive cycle completes itself again
