Serpent
You want to draw out that stone-cold side of me?
The icy, artic, frozen side I never let you see?
I can feel it right beneath the surface -
Lurking, watching, waiting for a purpose.
And now all the things you didn’t say baby
They’re pulling, pushing, dragging it out.
It’s not an if, not a when, not a maybe,
It’s not here yet but it’s coming about.
I don’t want to drown all of your memories
With the weight of your silence
The heartlessness of your actions…
So here I am flipping through old photographs,
Reliving all the warm moments, all the laughs.
It’s a desperate, despairing, clawing attempt
To keep out this beast you’ve managed to tempt.
Part of me wants it more than I ever wanted you,
A dark, obscure, shadow of me that knows
This coming out is long overdue.
Everything would be so much easier if I didn’t care;
No more fighting, worrying, pulling out my hair.
Maybe it’s better that we’re apart -
It’s creeping like a snake into my heart.
09-04-2010