It was a helter skelter ride into frantic oblivion, the cold biting rain pounding at my skull, and I know some people might hate the rain but...
storms are the greatest, the thunder drowning out your screams and the rain washing away your tears, hiding your emotions as you stand there t-shirt drenched in the aching night, reality biting at your heart, kissing you like the final kiss of a razorblade, and then, if you're lucky, they walk back round the corner, and you can kiss forever in that rain soaked moment of heaven...
Tonite though I knew she wasn't going to be walking back around that corner.
I turned my eyes to the rain soaked sidewalk, and started to talk to her, even though she couldn't hear me, even though she couldn't see me, even though I wasn't there
"If it rains on Wednesday I'll still be there, pretending that I'm waiting for my ride, when all the time, we both know I'm there, just because I love you.
I don't care about getting wet, I don't care about my drenched clothes sticking to my skin, because within there is sunshine, where my heart holds a seam of love, just for you.
I don't care that my glimpse of you only lasts a second because I carry the image of you, like a photograph in my mind, everytime I close my eyes I see you there, a shining angel, earth bound pardise.
Looking at your memory in a dusty mirror I remember you, gentle smile, in the corner of my mind. I still feel the warmth of your touch, where my heart used to be, and the lick of pain, from a thousand razorblades that have followed.
If I wasn't so tired I might hate you If I wasn't so tired I might die But all I have left is the memories and all I can do is just cry
Kissing the blade of our yesterdays alone in each others arms tell me those moment ain't over tell me I ain't losing my charms
Why do I still love you When all you give me is pain? Why do I still love you, to hurt me again and again?
If I wasn't so tired I might hate you If I wasn't so tired I might die But all I have left is the memories and all I can do is just cry
If it rains on Wednesday I'll still be there, I don't care, besides the rain always hides my tears."
The tears streamed from my eyes, hidden by a thousand acid drops of rain as I remembered you, looking at your memory in a dusty mirror, gentle smile, in the corner of my mind. I still feel the warmth of your touch, where my heart used to be, and the lick of pain, from a thousand razorblades that have followed.
Love bites to the bone, the cruellest cut, but it's addictive elements linger, pinning me to the eternal quest for a happiness that does not exist.