the story of us
page one
opening up
lust betrays the useless hand that feeds.
we are cut between the lines.
the verdict sews where it bleeds,
that was a year ago years ago,
as you held her hand you let go,
you will never share her cries of life opening up
page two
I'm afraid I will loose her and these pictures will turn to shadows.
and I'm afraid of watching the pages turn by so quickly,
and I'm afraid.
the tides have changed and you're alone now.
victims of abuse become a scene.
forgiving words are not enough to build the bridge of sencerity.
blame yourself or god for trusting the one's your life was counting on.
in sickness and in health
I'm afraid I will loose her and these pictures will turn to shadows.
and I'm afraid of watching the pages turn by so quickly,
and I'm afraid.
if you could touch her face right now.
if you could hear her voice right now,
this is the price you will pay for abandoning her in misery
(let these snakes choke on her flesh.
she burns on the inside without you,
and that's the end of the story)
does it make you feel like you're a king
preying on the innocent she's suffocating, can't you hear her?
it's a shame we do it to suit our own
and hope things make better sense another day