SurgicalAddiction

Save the action from collapsing Singing softly If half way Catch the breath of stale happiness Lack of location Beyond dreams Farther than you can comprehend Foolish freedom Always bent Walking straight without help A child A disbelief A lip that's bit A mouth breathless From waiting too long to speak

And it feels like I'm running When there's nothing in front of me And I'm falling, just to keep you standing tall. You're all of me And I'm really nothing at all You've reached that high and mighty crawl That world That made us climb the wall But we're here Tonight There's nothing more to say And we're one That final soul today That smile You've stretched across my face You've bled Just to erase The pain that wouldn't let me go And now you're all I know In a world of simplicity Viciously Tearing at our heart We couldn't be apart And we're falling…. And it feels like I'm running When there's nothing in front of me And

Its simple and sweet Nothing better to eat Drips like candy A faucet fool of brandy Lullaby in conception Water like retention Hazard in the making Bloodied for the taking Drink it up Swallow it down All along I had you drown Left you to die I won't ever forget You looked so sweet But you tasted so sick

Momentary silence in a soft and silken repose. A small lure of rest. Release from bloodied sheets that slept as night wore on. Simple works of fantasy, a contradictory truth etched along my arms. Scenes unfolded as the world refused to turn on agate wing. This perfection, this agony of face and mask. Something broken, a shattered past. Whispers of ghosts long gone who haunt these halls still. Remember a world once theirs as no one ever will. Contemporary pity, for pity's sad mistake. A soft and dreary falsetto, never a promised break. And all I gave, I gave to you when the world gave you nothing and gave too few.

Drawn taught, knotted, caught and cut. Beauty is pain, they say. Slippery, wet, warm, dripping flesh dabbed. And pain is beauty. Metal, cold, unfeeling, dirty and blunt, slipping in and out. They'll love you. Flesh brought to flesh, stitched and tied. They'll adore you. Pathetic little doll. Pretty little doll. Bloody, Sewn.

I want to sew I want to sew That smile into a frown I want to play With you all day And slowly break you down You fascinate me You violate me In ways you'll never know And so I'll take This needle here And I'll begin to sew Your smile Your face Your cold embrace Your sad and empty world My fingertips Will brush your lips And watch your smile curl A frown I'll make And you I'll break A pretty doll you'll be And don't forget That all day long You'll be here with me

It seems to me, Your Fragile Wings Taste vaguely of the wind. And acid lines Your sweet times, Of calm and dissidance. Don't waste the taste, The longing grace Forgotten with the wind. It smells like rain, It's futile pain That god has long dismissed.

I'm holding that last breathe The quiet is engulfing my mind And I cannot find the words It's cloying, close Not in comfort as in dissapointment Not in words as in a glance You can't see how much I've given I can't see beyond This mask

Take my hand Forget the world for just one moment And Breathe Feel the world stirring beneath your feet The earnest with which you heart beats Listen Can you hear it? The yearning The Desire Calling to you Jump with me.