Love's a Beast
(Tim,bobericc.,oatmeal.,Cry)
Your trust soon lies in order of pain, bliss, and misfortune
As rain falls to my wounds I shall pay no quarter for coercion
A dime flipped into the moonlit wilderness of today
Only as the vein slithers once grass touches grain
During that spoken node of poverty where butterflies flew
There was a sole purpose that personified what you knew
Held under the chamber where your heart beats imperfectly
Cold frequent beats pumped at the inertia you leave
When I carried her in my arms she kissed me on the throat
She tried to Aim for my lips but her neck broke..
I found her in the water, I was lounging 'fore I'd spot her
wasn't awake, I start lunging and shake, pouting like a monster
my love is a prison, and her heart whispers pure
but my current condition needs more than a kiss to cure
I could tell though, she couldn't work her breath
the unsaid sorry's of dead bodies in the murky depths
trapped dividual, she should look past the physical
we are connected, secrets dissected, masked the typical
looking like a science project to a disgraced third grade
but a hot bestiality, when the prince rapes mermaids
this fairy tale is fairly frail, a voyage with no air in the sail
she shoveled through my darkest weight and let me carry the pale
she knows the area well, my scars are ribbons she wears as a cell
holding my errors on shelves, they're a pittance she's careful to sell
what a princess! the heiress of hell equipped with charm that's hard to decline
and once she sowed her wounds shut, she started harvesting mine
so my weakness became hers, she was an artist, a martyr of mime
her throat severed at the jugular--halfway between her heart and her mind
no love can go unpunished, it's a stable the grave demands
you can plunder through the rummage but no one is able to save the damned
as you've taken the bravest plan, replace it with a fragrance that
existed in a myth that was envisioned by the greatest man!
savor her complacent past, take it in a grain of sand...
and if she starts to lay a finger - then break away her favorite hand.
give her what a favor can't... 'cause pain comes with the love
place a fist beneath her chin, she can say it was a crutch -
or she can say she was beloved... held in high regard,
it's a love that's hard to swallow but still felt behind the heart
she tells me I'm in charge - right up 'til nothing is left, and
it's worse never to hear it back when I say I love her to death.
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