I believe none of what I hear, I hide from half of what I’m seeing,

I forget to fight, so feel, fuck, free me beneath the weight of your beautiful being, 

Might be mistaken, marred by misconception, lost in lust, we long for meaning, 

Seems one lover or another lies, while one walks away withered, wasted, weeping, 

Show me someone coveted, certain, not damned or dauntingly deceiving,

My heart’s hasty, heated, carelessly courageous, often left here barely beating, 

So perfect the pain, ruthless, raw, reckless wounds wide open, body barely breathing, 

Crawling I come back, fierce, fighting, faithful, for fuck’s sake, I am fiending, 

My heart holds horrendous hope, tireless trying to tease my mind into believing,

Rarely regret the love or the lessons, greatest gifts are given by the grieving,

Succumb to insanity, sweet sounds, bare bodies intertwined, sultry seething,  

Forgiven, fantasized, filthy, fixated, focused, the unknown I am steadfastly seeking. 

 

In my past I’ve dressed up to absolutely undress them,  

So good at seduction, can’t care to interpret affection, 

With each one before, intentionally misrepresented, 

Entrapped in my guilt, engrossed, procuring perfection,  

Caresses careless, our bare bodies just a distraction of self,

If I don’t know who I am, be damned if I allow anyone else,

Emotions were playthings, placating, placed high on a shelf,

Writhing, wicked and worried, from love I rebelled, 

Impossibility enveloped tomorrow, everlasting escape from today,

Cover tears, cover track marks, ask me, I am always okay,

Regrets, rage and reformers, push them, push reality far away,

Medicated, masked, and metaphored, kept my demons at bay, 

I, wasted and wounded, a wretched wreck on my knees,

I found fucking courage in chaos, and fought to be freed,

Now lying naked with with you, I’m not hiding from me, 

Trust the truth never will lead me near to where I shouldn’t be. 

Traded torment for lessons, in that way we’re the same, 

Filled with forgiveness, yet still sometimes we sink in the shame,

Perceived past is cracked and filthy, so much dirt on my name, 

You’ve existed there too, revel in my releif that I needn’t explain, 

Forged by fear and in fire, hail from both Heaven and Hell, 

Still some nights, wake up screaming, damn these demons can yell,

Directly at dawn they depart, in my darkness, they dare where they dwell, 

I betrayed the Beast, my sweet spirit, when my sick soul was no longer for sale.