Stalemate

My sweaty palms, tighten their grip
On the cold and unfeeling gun,
As I crawl through the mud, determined
To attain some goal I did not want,
But thought I needed,
To carry out my faulted plan
To defend against your piercing silence.
I scratch at the dried scab
With my blood-stained fingers,
As the bullets fly overhead,
Some wingless angels,
Ready to carry bodies to rest.
I did not want to admit
That I was afraid, but I was stubborn,
As I held my head up high,
Even when captured by the enemy,
Even when held captive in your presence,
I'd rather swallow a grenade,
Than reveal what's in my heart.
And as I stand naked in front of you,
Unadorned by metals or medals,
We meet eye-to-eye, held steadily,
I look at you with masked pain,
You look at me hard,
I cannot read what's behind those eyes,
And we both refuse to back down,
We are just at war with our pride.

Waitin'

I'm sittin' here, waiting and wishing
Hoping you'd see how tortured I am
A cloth being torn in half,
I'm the threads that are still holding on
But I'm slowly starting to separate,
Pulled apart by your hands,
And I'm resisting, trying not to fall apart,
Not knowing that you only wanted
A piece of me to keep.

My Mistakes

The last breath that I took
Before I dived head first
Into the bottomless water
Is gradually running out
As I ebb away from light
As air bubbles run to the surface
And it's true what they say
That memories flash
Before your eyes,
Like some neurological exam,
And as I examine them,
Regret fills my lungs,
But you can't see
The tears I cried,
And before I become
The darkness that surrounds me,
I utter an inaudible,
Sorry.

Play-Doh

You held me in your hands
And you dug your fingers
Into my flesh, leaving a mark there
Then you cover it up,
But I've felt it and I will always feel it.
You mold me into shapes
To your liking
And I am powerless against you,
Your domineering ways,
As I lay still in your hands.
You pry me open
And you are happy when you do so,
Hoping to find some secret,
But this is all I am,
But still, you put me through
Grueling processes and manipulations,
You breed guilt in me,
Then bleed me out to see its effects,
And one day, I won't cry anymore,
My tears will dry, my blood will dry.

Supprimer

Je regarde aux photos de nous,
Je lis nos conversations,
Et je souris, mais ils me font triste
Parce que je sais que ces sont le passé
Et je ne peux pas les retrouverÀ part de mon esprit
Je les ai besoin,
Parce que tu es dans ces souvenirs,
Et je t'aime, je t'aime beaucoup
Mais, ils ne peuvent pas me définir,
Alors, alors,
Je jette les photos de nous,
J'efface tous les mots,
Et comme je les supprime,
Je ferme mes yeux.