Scream
I just want to scream at you and your lovely face.
I want to scream at you
and you
and you
and you
I want to tear the demesnions so the clouds hide under the sea
I want the devil to shine by my side
I want to rip your face as I lie
I want to scream until blood comes out of your ear.
I've got tangled in thorns
You left me there to bleed
I realized the devil was the color of my blood.
He was what made me alive
I turned and welcomed the sin
I breathed the must from the air
I looked at freakin porn
and lived the thrill
I cussed at the world for tearing my mind down
I looked at you and saw a side I never welcomed
I welcomed it
it disgusted me, but the world saw it nuetral
it was okay
I tried to sing the verses until your lips ended upon mine
I tried to drag your shirt over your head and my silken body over your lap
I tried to sing words as I undressed my chest
I breathed in and curled my hands in your hair
You left before I could pause this scene inside my head
I trusted you
but I was the one who broke it for going with the world
with everyones voice who rang with "okay"
Why does everyone leave
why can no one accept
I wanted to get hyped
but then I was left in that pit of tourament
the one that caused me to be like the world
apparently you don't like the world
but think of all the things I learned to do.
Think of all the voices and actions we could've done
Maybe I just wanted to ride your lap, but boy did I want your soul
I knew purity
I wanted it
I tried
and tried.
Thousands of thoughts and workds and everything later
I belonded in the dump
used for what I couldn't accept and change
I just wanted love
not lust
but our culture is built on lust
so what is love?
I had found someone who had love, but did they really?
they left me because I had lust.
If they would've stayed, it would be called love
is there such a thing as love?
I want to sing it to you in the shower
I want to bathe you with kisses
I want to let the air of our tilted cold room tickle your body
I want my ever so sweet lips to caress yours
I want to believe it could be.
But after what I've done,
you've only judged.
I'm waiting
So where is the judgement now?
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