365/239: untouchable

View On Black ... it helps a lot.

 

Take a look at my body

Look at my hands

There's so much here

That I don't understand

 

Your face saving promises

Whispered like prayers

I don't need them

I don't need them

 

I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

As if I'm becoming untouchable

 

Contempt loves the silence

It thrives in the dark

With fine winding tendrils

That strangle the heart

 

They say that promises

Sweeten the blow

But I don't need them

No, I don't need them

 

I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

As if I'm becoming untouchable

 

I'm a slow dying flower

Frost killing hour

The sweet turning sour

And untouchable

 

O, I need

The darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness

I need this

 

I need

A lullaby

A kiss goodnight

Angel sweet

Love of my life

O, I need this

 

Do you remember the way

That you touched me before

All the trembling sweetness

I loved and adored?

 

Your face saving promises

Whispered like prayers

I don't need them

No, I don't need them

 

O, I need

The darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness

I need this

 

I need

A lullaby

A kiss goodnight

The angel sweet

Love of my life

I need this

 

Is it dark enough?

Can you see me?

Do you want me?

Can you reach me?

Or I'm leaving

 

You better shut your mouth

Hold your breath

Kiss me now you'll catch my death

O, I mean it

 

song of the day: my skin, by natalie merchant

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1LegWs8xdc

 

 

...my insomnia has returned.

so, too, has my angel.

Done