To the south lies my heart Torn and ripped, never to be whole My mind and body crippled with pain, of the memories of closeness of being one And yet to stay away brings darkness So I embrace the pain and torment and hold it close, like I once did my heart
To the south lies my heart sitting, waiting, screaming All the while I sit talking, laughing, wishing we could be one My mind and soul a raging sea of pain and disbelief My body convulses with jealousy at my hearts loneliness My suffering has no end when I am with my heart and yet I cannot runaway, I must be close. To the south my heart lies.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain