Razor Wire

Me and my soul were talking
In the cold rays of neon
Tears well in the eyes
But this mind won't let it be
In hell
Even bleeding
Ain't what it seems

But here comes her mind
Here come her mournful eyes
Where the questions are barbs
Her love a knife
Where all of me that died
Shall arise

In this life I've hungered
For ones who could not touch
All my thoughts unuttered
Fears unexpressed
Played upon my mind
Like the stench of my own death
But awoken by grief
My spirit screamed
"How could I deceive
The mind within that bleeds
It bares arms that reach
A heart that's ceased
These eyes don't smile
These lips won't cry
Oh let me die"

But here comes her mind
Here come her mournful eyes
Where the questions are barbs
And her love a knife
Where all of me that died
Shall arise

© 2005, Mosquitobyte