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| spud (profile) wrote, on 9-5-2004 at 9:12pm | |
| you hate the way in which i drive. i'm different now, this very night. she ate her hay and did contrive my anger that will fuel this fight. i thought of you while i drove home. you seem to not want me around. i fought myself, so all alone. i'm seething mad, but peace i've found. tears of joy and sadness too, are things i manage to elude. angry tears i will not cry, nor try to keep our love alive. there was a time when i'd have spared you; cared to tear my hear apart, just so things might go play the part, to sooth your mood and slake my lust. searing hot, i shoot to kill. i will not fight against my will. maybe someday you'll grow up. until that day, i've had enough. you wanted me - to be clairvoyant, meek and dormant. you wanted me - to act more buoyant, weak and formal. you wanted me - to think alike, just as you planned. you wanted me - to just relax and be your man. but no more ... what did you say? i cannot hear. come see the blood that fills my ears. it smells like copper; tastes of iron. here comes my hearse, equipped with siren. |
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Tuwang | 09-05-04 9:39pm It's a Song!
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spud | Re:, 09-05-04 10:18pm for awhile you held me under the illusion that you were exceptionally bright.
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Tuwang | Re: Re:, 09-05-04 11:06pm hooray for being obvious!! |