Hands grab a hold of pureness
something so defined, as told my dreams fascinate
Eye's fluster from the utter pain
i explain...the agony of ones pressured burden to carry
word's tattoo'd onto my own tongue
still young...the bullrush onto your emotions and deteriate
Grasp it em, grasp them ever so tightly
i whisper lightly...you hold the excrusciating pain, sadly.
you thread so vile, you tread so innocent
your words more transparent, emotions run wild and beligerent.

The sweet serenity of your dying presence
caresses my heart with pouring love that tickles my emotions
"she loves me, She loves me not"
the feelings she fills me up right with knots and butterflies that roam
how kind she is to me like the sun to a tree
letting thou roots grow shamessly with intentions to barefruits and shade
That was the past, AIR is our own future
not wanting near of you anymore, i rest in silence for another

"Dreams are more real than a knife slitting a wrist"

Teeter, totter my emotions bleed.
i bleed, non -stop strapped to the devils creed.