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August 25, 2008
Lyric by: i220
Still Untitled - A WIP From The Upcoming Album Tentatively Titled S.A.L.A.G.I.A. by i220 & Speak Lexia
I feel you,
Rippling under my skin.
You: dripping,
And gripping my senses.
I'm senseless --
Completely defenseless.
But, what else should I do?
I wish I could do better,
Than sending this letter to...
Dear Sarah,
I hope this note finds you better than me.
Can't stop sweating -- getting tired of fighting this.
The simple things just don't interest and,
This blue haze that's settled over me is stifling;
A trifle too complicated for your's truly, I guess.
Please respond. This is the seventh correspondence for me.
Can't stop thinking -- tinkering with these numbers.
I've lost sight of what it is to feel -- to care.
Your hair haunts me. It's daunting -- all so unreal.
I don't even like apples but I can't resist.
Maybe if I read, I'd know a better way.
At 1:13 today, I looked over the papers.
It all seems so perfect but for who?
You? Me? All of the supposed innocents?
I doubt it. Lamenting that seems senseless.
Madness! It burns through my temples.
I have ample but you deny me mine.
Give me a sign -- something to chase this night.
I can't escape this undelightful plight of,
Self-destruction, reconstruction and repeat.
So, it would seem that we're doomed to mate.
This fornication could turn the nation back.
Adulterous sultry sluts burning the cross --
It's perversion -- a diversion to come across.
But the weak will topple the strong.
Our loss.
I feel you,
Rippling under my skin.
You: dripping,
And gripping my senses.
I'm senseless --
Completely defenseless.
But, what else should I do?
I wish I could do better,
Than sending this letter to you.
Copyright 2008: Matthew Wilson.
Posted by i220 at August 25, 2008 07:41 AM