Your breath is so cold, keep it away
Stop that breathing, it's all a mistake
Your hollow eyes lead to my doom, I musn't stare
Call me crazy but I can prove your love is my demise,
Release me, just release me
My fingertips are stuck to your heart
and they won't let go, they disobey
Stop. you're bleeding everywhere
your heart, I can't keep it from beating
Just stop your bleeding
Sections of me are breaking away, slipping as they run
They do not stay for you
Your hollow eyes lead to my doom
and for that I musn't stare
Inhale the truth as I wither to nothing
My decaying fumes can kill,
so breathe in deep
Your hollow eyes lead to me doom, I musn't stare
Call me crazy but I can prove your love is my demise
release me, just release me
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Sooooo...I got bored at like 1 in the morning and somehow got this. It isn't that great, but w/e. I do still want opinions!!!
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I will come back and put in a real comment. Time has caught up with me right now. This is a truly emotional poem.Cheers, Bob
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These are strong lyrics for me to take in, Ashley. Isn't it odd that earlydark mornings can stimulate us poets with deepened feelings? And this one, I think, successfully turns those feelings into a song-like poem. In it, I hear the lyricist in a duality with someone else: the more the poet wants to be "released", the more she has to "stop the bleeding" of another's heart, and in the process, she herself is "decaying."
This is no ordinary "let me go" song, Ashley; it's quite original, with its dark images and its realistic take on the (sometimes) destructive power of wrong love. "My fingertips are stuck to your heart" is a terrifically vivid phrase.
And, what also makes the poem into a song, is the repeated refrain: "Your hollow eyes lead to my doom, I mustn't stare..." I'd love to hear this poem read with a plaintive guitar background. Really creative piece for me to enjoy.
Lad
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