What can I say?

 

What can I say?

For justification

My eyes stay glazed

Because reality is frightening

 

I’m an acquired taste

Or secret sin

 

Flesh to flesh

Is still provocation for

The worship of porcelain gods

Mirrors become demons

Taste for touch can stay in dreams

 

There’s a voice that’s calling

Promising midnight lies

Berated ego, my tongue the whip

 

I’ll stay in the sueno

De mio adoration and

Back and forth depressive dance

What can I say?

 

I’ll wait till the next

Heartache soul achieves

Bloody sheet kiss

To get over this…sickness

Author's Note

Cp. 4:07PM Sat 04/06/08 3Days Grace Mix hurt, heartbeat, weak, embarrassed (Written, Tobi.)