My own reality
Can't you hear me talking to you anymore? My eye’s following your every move. Should I give up or embrace your touches?
My wounds are fresh and open your hug your kisses are like the salt of another truth what am I to say when my breath disappears.
Hey! Don’t ignore me when it fits you the best, like the snows in the twist the open hole where my heart was frozen over.
What other words should be entitled to convey the words I can speak but fear of the rejection. Standing tall and being dumbfounded are to different things. Nor am I plaything for you. But I shall believe in you and with every lie you tell shall it cut clean through.
Fall. Fall. Fall. Down to where the devil resides and tell the lies of the dozens. What a fake world did you live in where you could smooth talk your way into someone heart, have lost your ever loving mind?!
Of course the price is high to give up your ways for everything you see and hear as the price of devils height.
So how shall I explain my reality to you?
I see you smooth talking your way into a problem to blame on another.
I see you breaking more heart then a Casanovas streak path.
I see you stepping over the ones you’ve made fall.
I want your warming embrace but at the price of hurting myself how should I let this change me.
My wounds are fresh and you lie and fake promises are the salt into those wounds, do you enjoy killing me?
This is the reality, the only one I know, my own reality.