There he is,
Holding his hands out to me,
Wanting me to fall into his arms.
In my dreams, I see him,
And he lies,
He lies to me.
"I won't hurt you anymore..." Is what he says,
And I cry, I want so to go to him.
"Promise you'll stay with me..." is what he wants,
I want to run to him, but I don't,
I can't, I know he'll kill me.
Inside and out, he'll crush me.
With the knife, inside him, inside me,
"You think I'd go back?" I say,
"To the pain and gore?" I ask.
He sheads a tear, But I walk away,
And I leave my words of hatred behind,
I won't let him see me cry,
I won't look into those dull brown eyes,
Those eyes that say so much to me.
But he'll still remain in my dreams,
Where he was born,
And where he became a reality,
And where he will one day die.
My dreams will die too. |
