I mean this

Sep. 6th, 2008 02:53 am
talklikelions: (snow)
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've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

Well contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
Like 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 the slow dying flower
I'm the frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable

Oh, I need the darkness, the sweetness
The sadness, the weakness
Oh I need this
I need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight
An angel's sweet love of my life

I'm the slow dying flower
The frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness that I loved and adored?
Your face saving promises whispered like prayers
I don't need them

I need the darkness, the sweetness
The sadness, the weakness
I need this
I need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight
Angel's sweet love of my life
Oh I need this

Is it dark enough, can you see me
Do you want me, can you reach me
Or I'm leaving
Better shut your mouth and hold your breath
Kiss me now or catch your death
Oh, I mean this

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