seethe~with the talented Indie

 
somber mood, seething with energy  
the closer you get the more dangerous I become
so let's rage baby
 
my heart's exhausted  
but you still ring it of faith, of love  
of all the things I need to breathe
 
but I'm choking on your apathy
where do you go
when you leave me alone at night?
 
into the dark of despair
where you can't follow  
the demons there are ravenous
 
do you make love to the monsters in your head?
how many dead lovers line  
the emptiness under your bed
 
little devils of my creation
lewd women posed to hate don't do anything for me
picking at my skin, another cut  
all I do is bleed for you  
don't you see me?
 
you're under my skin  
seething, bubbling, burning
with scars no one else can see  
and if i wasnt so addicted  
to the way you hurt me  
i'd cut you out  
and make art from the scars
 
it's okay woman, let those wounds bleed
your affection is what I crave  
but I fear my intellect is dull  
compared with your sharp mind
 
so I'll laquer myself with more gloss  
until you're I'm shiny enough to desire
emotionally dying to the belief, I too could be loved, for who I am
fated to be, I cry baby don't give up on me