without

the flesh torn from your limbs,
the hair ripped from your scalp;
this is how it's turning out.
a damp rag to wipe the blood from your face,
a dear friend to tie your loose lace;
how did we end up in this place ?
i dont know what to believe,
as i take shards of glass out your sleeve.
what happened here ?

to be only yours

something curious is happening, i just can't tell what. no, not now, it's not your fault. if i could put my finger on this, all would be solved, if i had one more second to think about it, how would this evolve ? i can't quite place the feeling and what it means, it's just to hard to let go of and not close enough to meet. it's getting closer now, but it's nothing i can see; i can feel the pressure of it somehow, and it's killing me. my heart can't let go of what it is saying, but my fingers cannot grasp what it is. the meaning is bigger than him, her, and yes, me. oh, could someone explain exactly what is going on ? i can't find the words to aid me with this any longer.

lock eyes

1692 and i don't know what to do
we're locked in on repeat
my heart just skipped a beat
my head it starting to pound
and i can't single in on a certain sound
little phrases with words i can't pronounce
my blood is being drained from me ounce by ounce
my eyelids are slipping down until they shut
listening to this is pouring salt in my cut
i can't think
i can't talk
don't move me around
i'm lost
and i'm done

break

I'll never confess
what lies beyond is kept secret for the best
the consequences of lying are not as great as truth
a slip of the tongue could change it all for us

short, my mind won't process