R.I.P. Me Apart 2
barbwire fingers and razor blade kisses i touch you're face and kiss you're neck its never
more then once for fear that you will leave and never be seen again. when you found me i
was whole and you hollowed me out now a shell i can't be with out you i was there standing
and we danced to the wrist-cutter fun land ,you took me to the hustlers hide out and we
watched the masses you saw your self and we left to the sounds of a nation dying under
your curse i am the one who ignited the enlighten to be all they could be in a world of
self hate and when the rum spilled you found it was not your own I'm your toy and your my
pet now we watch the world burn and the cities fall to giant shadows full of hate and fear
when you find what i found you will be the next victim of your own hand you have no choice
but i don't want to let you go and you leave and its just me now i have you next to me i
wish i could see what will happen next but you are leaving now and there you are catching
a bus to the next lost soul in a hideout no one can find even for the first time you find
you shell and you refill it to the beat of body hitting the wall is you mind you're doing
it right in my eyes you see what it really is and you find what he was looking for and
never told him he's still looking and i have seen what you wanted no I'm yours and i don't
want it any other way ...........
john comstock
Copyright © John Comstock | Year Posted 2010
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