BlameCan you blame me,when the only place i truly feel comfort is in your arms?Can you blame me,when i can’t sleep at night because my blankets are thick black sheets of ice?Can you blame me,when my so called home is a civil war battlefield, everyone fighting for no one knows the reason?Can you blame me,when i am alone at home i cry myself to sleep because the demons in my mind seem to smother me with my pillows.?Can you blame me,when most of the time I am alone? And the hands of my self-conscience are wrapping an all too literal rope around my neck?I can blame me,for i have trusted too much once too many times.I can blame me,because for years and years I did not even attempt to get better.I would never blame you,because you give me a reason now, when i thought id never have one.I would never, ever blame you,for you are perfect, or at least you are, to me.
I was a prisoner to myselfI was a prisoner to myself,bound fast by the shackles I created,My hearts only escape was the sweet and haunting taste of his lips.I myself held no such key,I relied of his touch as my only redemption,and salvation.His warming grasp gathered every shattered piece of my heart and bound them tight.Giving my life reason,Helping me breath,and to be.I was a bird,enclosed in a cocoon that would ravage and smother me.A cage with iron clad bars and bolted doors.He was my key,although slightly damaged and worn , beautiful.with nothing to give but his world,love,hugs,words,...loveHe set me free,gave me a reason,gave me...purpose.
A lovers fight with sanityA lovers fight with sanityThe crazy man, beyond the valley of thorns.Peeling the onion.You must remember the eclipse,What am I without him? The wild things,Awakened..