Saturday, September 12, 2015

Suspect No. 5

Slide, ripples of the sea.
I think I'm losing breath.
Cold fear inside of me.
Have I once tasted death?
Whispering down my neck,
He turns my soul into wreck.

Something strange and creeping,
One I both fear and love,
Watching feelings seeping.
All the secrets I have,
They're all within his grasp.
All I can do is gasp.

When I feel so helpless,
And I feel so loveless,
And very defenseless

I try to cover up.
How I try to conceal,
For I wish him to stop
Feeling the way I feel,
But dreams go on and on,
Bringing the real along.
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