Achtung_Bebe
New Yorker
Alright this one is kind of long so don't say I didn't warn ya
I wrote it sometime early this year...
Love Victim
This feeling I carry will soon make me break.
My cheating hands have reached in,
and they've dealt me this fate.
Leaving me searching for an artificial escape,
as a replacement to this guilt that I have no choice but to take.
I search for answers to the questions of hate.
Why was I so weak? It is not my usual state..
Then I realize there is no reply.
No explanation can be offered,
and if so, it's a lie.
I struggle to appear calm,
I attempt to remain sane.
But how can I keep from reflecting
This evidence of pain?
Why is it we fail with what feels so right?
Now it seems our love were a battle,
and I've lost the fight.
"This love has potential" is what we both thought.
Well, it could've gone far..
If we both would've fought.
Now it is merely a memory.
A disturbed dream, a faded hope.
I blame myself for love's sudden death.
I smothered our flame,
somehow I must cope...
I let the forces against us win.
With the attached mystery and those uncovered lies.
Yes, I confess, it is I who caved in.
The curious, the blind, the mislead..
It is I.
There is temptation in the discovery of a fresh love in bloom.
You are the wilted flower, love,
And I've laid your tomb.
Our headstone reads my confession,
My cry out for what was.
But most of all, it is the proof of my everlasting love.
That affection I will keep until I breathe my last.
Until I weep my last.
Now as I mourn I wonder what is to be.
Who is the victim that will next fall for me?
As I look to the future, all I see is this:
The guilt that I feel now...
It shall never dismiss.
I wrote it sometime early this year...
Love Victim
This feeling I carry will soon make me break.
My cheating hands have reached in,
and they've dealt me this fate.
Leaving me searching for an artificial escape,
as a replacement to this guilt that I have no choice but to take.
I search for answers to the questions of hate.
Why was I so weak? It is not my usual state..
Then I realize there is no reply.
No explanation can be offered,
and if so, it's a lie.
I struggle to appear calm,
I attempt to remain sane.
But how can I keep from reflecting
This evidence of pain?
Why is it we fail with what feels so right?
Now it seems our love were a battle,
and I've lost the fight.
"This love has potential" is what we both thought.
Well, it could've gone far..
If we both would've fought.
Now it is merely a memory.
A disturbed dream, a faded hope.
I blame myself for love's sudden death.
I smothered our flame,
somehow I must cope...
I let the forces against us win.
With the attached mystery and those uncovered lies.
Yes, I confess, it is I who caved in.
The curious, the blind, the mislead..
It is I.
There is temptation in the discovery of a fresh love in bloom.
You are the wilted flower, love,
And I've laid your tomb.
Our headstone reads my confession,
My cry out for what was.
But most of all, it is the proof of my everlasting love.
That affection I will keep until I breathe my last.
Until I weep my last.
Now as I mourn I wonder what is to be.
Who is the victim that will next fall for me?
As I look to the future, all I see is this:
The guilt that I feel now...
It shall never dismiss.