Its like the black silk of poisonous ooze Touch of caress on my bleeding wounds The ones opened by the moon Im at fault im to blame for the pain ive cause you, im ashamed. Moving on, on shaky stilts, ready to fall, Fall in love again, fall in love again with the moon. Tearing down the curtains that held the flow so high, Like the waterfalls in your eyes, when you told me stop carresing me, until, you find a way to walk again, find a new way to mourn, over a loss, over this dream, My soul anguished, My soul freed. My eyes burn, i will never see you again. The love in your heart, like the furnace, that now burns me up. Touch of flesh never felt so far away, yearn to discover, to open up your box of rain. Headaches caused, go away, Im gone now, never to return again. Our love hurts, i have to learn how to walk again.
it seems like it's about a breakup... that the person writing hurt the other and is now being left... yet the other person is trying to comfort the writer... interesting.. i like your metaphors and imagery... specially the stilts and waterfalls and curtains over the eyes... really beautiful imagery there...
Thank you Thank you.. I hoped i convayed a message with it... because i just wrote down words that went along with the feeling i had.
it make me yearn too...... btu not just for love but also for .... compassion desire, someone, something, the unattainable, the one thing that makes us thrive, yet die a little at the same time................. amazing truly astonishing...... again i love your work...... *faints*
Yearn for the love... the love that makes you mad muahahahahahhaa nah im just kidding a little.. its probably because ive been using a sequencer for the pst hour and a half hahaha
