hivernoir

I am the potter,
and your my clay,
im breaking you down,
day after day,
sweet little lies,
taking over your brain,
slow but getting faster,
day after day...
Why cant you see
the monster i am
breaking you down in the palm of my hand,
put me to rest,
lay me to sleep,
Broken heart bandit here lies deep
your heart beating fast,
as i break it so slow,
cracking,
and shattering,
steady shes so..
lost in my game,
i feel so ashamed,
bringin her pretty heart into my game...
Why cant you see
the monster i am
breaking you down in the palm of my hand,
put me to rest,
lay me to sleep,
Broken heart bandit here lies deep
I never met for this to happen
just to let you know
the broken heart bandit,
my name and now it shows...
Why cant you see
the monster i am
breaking you down in the palm of my hand,
put me to rest,
lay me to sleep,
Broken heart bandit here lies deep
This intoxicating feeling,
makes me feel like a pro,
breaking these hearts,
& stealing these souls,
breaking you down,
your heart was once

Waiting for it
My fear growing deep inside that this life is just a wisp of a dream. nothing more than an insane delusion of some mental patient or the dream of some child, more of a nightmare at times. All these people that I know, instantly falling out of existence, becoming nothingness. Except for her she will remain in the mind of this loneley dreamer, because she is his love his dream his desire, the one thing in life he longs for. Waking up to the phone ringing, picking up the reciever bareley able to let out the question every person the planet asks when they pick up the phone, without an answer sweat dripping from every pore coating him. his fear of being alone, his knowing that he will always be alone, never know the contact of another human mounting. This idea haunting his every waking moment, when he sleeps and dreams he is no longer alone but with her, the one he wants the one he needs.
fear
Longing for her yet she will never be mine again, this dream within a dream has bec