feeling the movements of my old days.

swaying away from the solidity of now.

wanting an escape, craving an outlet

because the realities of now go far beyond me.  beyond capacity.

so give me a story.  let me ride a love song.  send me to fantasy and back.

sidetrack my worried mind.

 

as i get pushed up against fatality, the realities of what ifs are changing me.

and the only time i can cooperate

the only time i will give it up is if you hurt me. torture me. put nails through my spine.

watch the blood leave nothing but words behind.

 

silent keeper of the quiet riot.

you believe in your moment.

 

and the only time i give up is yours.

the lonely lifestyle of you and me. beat to the core. so what’s left behind?

 

nothing.

 

but a fragment of heart beats.. that don’t speak.