| Slow motion drips between folds
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| Driest tales of tears untold
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| Scrounge and panic empty hands
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| Empty heart pumps empty sand
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| Weighed down in a dormant feel
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| Pinch a nerve to know it’s real
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| Pregnant with a star tonight
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| Melt my tongue in speech so slight
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| Eyes aglaze your satin chilled
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| Skin and face of that I killed
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| In your gown and wrists are crossed
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| Spasm shake for that I lost
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| There in plainest view I turn
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| Sudden scream as past I burn
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| I deny the whole of you
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| Nothing else for me to do
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| I deny your beauty
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| Blocked entirely
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| I deny that you existed
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| Disused piece of me And now in this my darkest time
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| My memory’s gone and with my mind
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| The rumble of this prayer to gain
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| All I need to start again
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| But words are weak as I am proof
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| That fools use words to speak the truth
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| In riddles, lies, all indirect
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| But when can I myself connect?
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| And I alone stand not so tall
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| I block out one, I block out all
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| Erase a notch, we’re back another mile
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| Tonight we dream the beauty in denial |