Bjolyck

Tell me you are crying too, Somewhere far across the sea, For my heart would feel much better To weep in your heart's company. After we have wounded each other, Let's weep together for awhile; Let us try and make things better For the sake of what's worthwhile. Words are like daggers and we both Carry wounds too deep; let us see If we can regain our strength for another Round of love made in mutual hurting.

'Tis a story of a sleepless night And an early morning's thunder; How it strikes in all its might - The shock and terror of my slumber! ‘Tis a story of “Good morning, Sunshine: Surprise, surprise! I'll help you up!” Scraped and bruised among purple flowers - ‘Tis how I rise and how I shine: To bathe in white gold at dawn, To drown in it at twilight So as to see the still life in the morning, So as to be laid down by my new lifestyle! But if I succumb, if I obey, I just might subsist, I might overcome This treacherous weakness, this growing pain; And then recover my long lost life!

It cries out in the blackest of nights Its screams release silence Murdered by the howling of the dogs And the reality that lurks outside of these walls still... While you are sleeping, so safe and sound It hopelessly tries to define life No longer does it hold onto the tears During the day it kills time, at night it lives still... With the approaching dawn it starts to wonder If pain is made of wings of butterflies or if it is real For with the sun comes the doubt that maybe, just maybe It is a fading wisdom at day to ponder and at night to weep still... At night alone or with someone else as you sleep As alone as you could possibly be

Guess whom I loved yesterday, sheer vision and oh so easy. You lay asleep and innocent as I kissed her, as I caressed her. And her sweet kiss, and her warm womb felt so much better than all your divinity and all your judging. But I kept all my words of love for you - sweet little lies and schemes! I am afraid to let you leave, although I'm yours with just words and sounds! And when sinful nights come in there is a better, there is another. There is a Jezebel for me!

You'll find me crying in my bed in my dark, beloved room walls of which I covered with words, random and written in blood paintings, obscure and dark, in all their grotesque you will find me safe and lonesome among these four walls suffocating seeking company in words and sounds of unfortunate drifters in the street stray dogs barking loud at sleeping souls I lay envious of those that shall wake to such music and remain cozy in all my slumber still choking on all the tears and silent screams with every dream and unuttered thought still lingering in the never-healing wounds of my childish mind thus you will find me until once

With a perfect stranger Late, down the avenue Hoping for something better Killing  the need in you With a perfect stranger Making a bad choice or two The bad news traveled across the water Now tell me Why did you?