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03/16/07, 09:41 PM
I whispered "I can't do that"
Words punishable by law and fist
kiss of death, disappointment and regret
"I tried so hard but I always seem to miss."
I sat in a room where light only danced on spider webs
and my only companion was a ghost like spirit
of dancing dust singing the same old 'he said, she said'
My ears started to bleed from trying to avoid it.
A spider dropped down and weaved through my hair
with no other intentions than to spread dissention
and to spin secrets and disaster with great care.
My heart was open to his criticizing dissection.
I thought I could endure his tangled lies
in order to simply feel that sought after fantasy
but felt more secluded than before he arrived;
it became clear to me that love was a mere travesty.
Then a single ray of sunlight peered through my window,
promising to sear through the ties
that held me to my phantom black widow
and teach me how to feel alive.
I felt warmth for once and breathed in a hope I thought I'd lost:
The hope for freedom, and for expression.
A peacemaker to erase the battles i had fought,
a savior to save me from a scapegoat's sin.
But my ray of wishful thinking was hidden behind a cloud,
and anxiety took over as I'd awake every morning
Thinking I would be a glimpse of him allowed
To ease my misery and yearning.
The wind soon taunted that my sunlight had been carried west,
and the darkness swept in again.
The spider returned to my shoulder once more lest
I should soil his perfect reputation.
His penchant for destruction has left me on the edge:
How can you cry 'wolf' when everyone thinks you're a liar?
Every exaggeration brings that spider to my window's ledge,
A heart can only burn slowly for so long before the body sets fire.
Words punishable by law and fist
kiss of death, disappointment and regret
"I tried so hard but I always seem to miss."
I sat in a room where light only danced on spider webs
and my only companion was a ghost like spirit
of dancing dust singing the same old 'he said, she said'
My ears started to bleed from trying to avoid it.
A spider dropped down and weaved through my hair
with no other intentions than to spread dissention
and to spin secrets and disaster with great care.
My heart was open to his criticizing dissection.
I thought I could endure his tangled lies
in order to simply feel that sought after fantasy
but felt more secluded than before he arrived;
it became clear to me that love was a mere travesty.
Then a single ray of sunlight peered through my window,
promising to sear through the ties
that held me to my phantom black widow
and teach me how to feel alive.
I felt warmth for once and breathed in a hope I thought I'd lost:
The hope for freedom, and for expression.
A peacemaker to erase the battles i had fought,
a savior to save me from a scapegoat's sin.
But my ray of wishful thinking was hidden behind a cloud,
and anxiety took over as I'd awake every morning
Thinking I would be a glimpse of him allowed
To ease my misery and yearning.
The wind soon taunted that my sunlight had been carried west,
and the darkness swept in again.
The spider returned to my shoulder once more lest
I should soil his perfect reputation.
His penchant for destruction has left me on the edge:
How can you cry 'wolf' when everyone thinks you're a liar?
Every exaggeration brings that spider to my window's ledge,
A heart can only burn slowly for so long before the body sets fire.