she walks in the night
she only turns right
she wonders why she never gets very far
retires to bed
belly full of words left unsaid
and wonders why nobody gets what she means
she sleeps through the day
so the evening restless she'll lay
so her boots will go on she'll again circle under stars
after the same walk of turns
never seeing its not all as hard as it seems
Everyones always talking about this soup, that, its the most amazing thing ever, and you're like, I've had that soup, i think, i mean I've had some pretty great soup, but i wouldn't describe it as amazing, it didn't take my breath away like they say it does... maybe I'm eating it wrong?... maybe I'll just never enjoy soup like some seem to... and then... one day, you find that soup,.and all is clear and you can't believe you every made the mistake of thinking you've come close to this... breath is officially taken away, its the soup... you never knew you always wanted
I wonder where you were
did you not hear me call?
Would I have been ready
had you shown yourself before now?
how sneaky you are
to wait until I was utterly convinced
you did not exist at all
I never wanted this feeling, did not ask for it
Now, I would fight to the death, to have it always
"Oh, how I hate rats!" proclaimed the rat in man's clothing
Girl sat across the candlelit table, smiling, nodding, agreeing with all and anything from the lips of the handsome man who sits inches from her, almost bursting with the wishes of what might come from the magical night... in disbelief of the perfect moment she sits in
Conversations of the filthy habbits of ratsthese creatures filled the hours of the night, two found themselves holding hands, losing themselves in the joy of shared interests and passions.
The girl went home with a ligth heart and a smile that could light up the whole village.
The rat lay down that night with a dull ache in his stomach, as visions of the green eyes he lied to all night danced in his head, a dreamy gaze painted on his face
Night after night: dinners, candles, walks, hand holding, chit chat; rat bashing laugh filled chit chat, each word another stich in the bond they were quickly building, each word another needle in Rat's ever aching stomach.
One cool evening they walked together down the street passing many shops, conversations no longer on rat hating, stomach pain a normal part in the ratman's day to day, by now he had forgotten they are self inflicted, why by now, the penny loafers and vest on his body felt natural, the mask no longer a mask, a lie molded itself into Ratman's reality, he was... Man. Yes, he was! he stated in his head again and again...
Walking slowed... paused
Girl crinkles her nose in disgust as they trot past the village cheese shop
"Dreadful treat for dreadful beasts!" she giggles
His mouth waters, his stomach moans... he sips the air to cool the pain.. laughs a shaky laugh.
"My dear, go wait on the bench by the water, I wish to surprise you"
He sneaks in, like rats do well, into the shop, filled with wonderful treats for all his senses, he fills his mouth and nearly empties his pockets in the shop.
Dashes next door, with his final coin gets a rose, begins to walk confidently to the bench, she waits, she will never know, Ratman grins to himself, he can have his cheese amd eat it too!
Her eyes light up at the sight of the rose, he can hear her heart quicken as she rises to lay her sweet lips on his
She draws herself back as if a force had yanked her golden hair....
She folds the mask from his face, he swears he hears that same heart break
Now replacing those needles is a fate far worse, the forever wondering, never knowing...
If girl would have loved an honest rat, as she did a lying man
* I would love to see someone give this more life, it's just a little story I had to get otu of my head
How sick and twisted these feelings are
how vile they are the spill themselves in my brain
noxious fumes cloud my thoughts
tear at the strings that pull my heart, thats a vital organ!
butterfllies are not meant to be in tummies
can't eat can't sleep, sounds like a disease to me
laugh,cry,laugh... nervous system damage?
They say fall....
It can either be the greatest moment in your life
or the biggest mistake
Where I can almost reach out and touch the big apple
but sit in the pits
Where I drive my hatchback over the hill
stare at the horizon of that sleepless city
hear the calls
but never reach the tolls
it might as well be a painting
a silly little Chotchkie
a dollar store snow globe
.... just some thoughts in my head every morning during my commute down route 80E
can someone say something
tell me something offensive
please, insult me
I need to feel a different pain
a pain different from losing love
I need to feel a different pain
I'd choosen from any or all the above
i need to feel
I need to feel
like theres something worth proving
that I can somehow rebuild
that i can somehow do this
Can somone please pinch me
let me know my nerves
inside my body
that i'm not a monster
Oh I've, I've heard stories
of women fading away
withering into nothingness
drowing away in their sorrows and tears
sinking into their beds
drowing away their sorrows and their tears
sinking into their heads
oh I've heard tales of heart break
oh debilitating hearting
the type one can not shake
because it pains them to their bones
I've even heard it said it reaches down to their soul
have you have been brave enough
into a heartbroken woman's eyes
oh how you would weep
oh how you would just
oh can someone turn the lights on
let me know of my surroundings
tell me my name my location
Even I choose not to believe in
will someone just say something
Say something at all
oh if you'll all sand in a crowd and watch go through this all
well than the lleast I can ask of my troubles
is for a thunderous applause
as I let myself drop down
and brace my numb body
for the fall
can someone say something
without pity lacing through their words
can someone please say something
to bring me back to this world...