Friday, October 8, 2010

I'm your misery



My Friday the 13th lover, may we always bask in the pureness of moon tans till our skins turn bleach white and may our eyes be filled with what they have eyes but cannot see.

In the grey sea of people hold me close, when I need you run for me, and when you sleep I will seek you so we can create our own nightmares.

In a dark sense of twisted bliss, I could be your misery and you could be mine. We could be so in love.





Katie, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so

Let's not pretend you're alone tonight
(I know he's there)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes

Because these words are never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

You're all I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything I could give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay

Because I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it

And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
Been three whole days since I've had sleep
Because I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly

Because these words are never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
But without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best

You could be my favourite kiss of death
And with you, I'll be miserable at best

1 comment:

Temptation said...

Misery,
Nothing is as beautiful as the night we spend together. Staring at each other as the moon that shine upon us.

Your ghastly smile lighten up my heart. I'm willing to sacrifices just to see your smile again.
With witches and ghouls watching over us. There, there my misery the night will be peaceful nothing to be afraid of.
No one will ever disturb our romantic walk in the peaceful cemetery. Where the smell of death and cyanide fills the air.

On the next Friday the 13th. A new chapter will begin. The story of two ghastly being living happily ever after.