Meet me in my nightmares...

I'm through fighting...
I'm through battling to
win you and your kiss...
who wants to exchange spirits
with lying lips?
Don't pretend like you
really wanna know how I'm doin'...
cuz it's just self gratification
you're pursuing...you like the thought
of me drowning in a pool of my
tears of despair...induced by you and the
heartless things you do...it's like you
have this insatiable need to
reach through my flesh and
pull my bleeding heart from me...
just to watch the blood drip
from the tips of your fingers...
you want me to hear you say my name
and have your voice linger...
an incessant echo...driving me insane...
but...I can't hear you anymore...
nor can I feel...and it's not
because I've healed...
it's because I've been muted...
apathetic through to the core of me...
and there's nothing more in me
then
cold criticism and cynical sarcasm...
You took the sparkle from my eye...
held it in the palm of your hand...
and pissed on it to
extinguish it...
there's no room in my bubble for you...
I'm not going through the trouble of
having you in my life... I'm through...

but what I can do...

is meet you in my nightmares...
because when we're there...
you make love to me once again...
and then...I slice and dice you
with my razor sharp tongue...
and I watch you bleed to death...
I close my eyes and drift to bliss
as I listen to the sounds of your
rattled breath...and I resurrect you...

each and every night...
meeting you there in my nightmares...
where I can have you inside me again...
and put an end to the torture that came
as a repurcussion
of
ever
loving
you...

I'll meet you in my nightmares boo.