Rice Tree Girl

Ramblings Beneath a Rotating Fan..
2004-09-16 06:14:33 (UTC)

Mercy

I'm laying myself at your feet.
I'm closing my eyes and waiting for deception
Waiting to feel your foot on my throat
And tell me it's all over,
That you're not what you say you are.
That I'm not what you thought and I'm a dissapointment.
You wouldn't be the first.

I'm putting my arms across my chest,
I'm swallowing hard and waiting for the blow,
Waiting for you to kick me on the ground here
And tell me I'm nothing
That the world isn't what I think it is.
That the world is right and my running away is another lie
that won't make this true.
You wouldn't be the first.

I'm silent and I'm still in front of you,
I'm taking in what I swear will be my last comfortable
breath.
Waiting in the tension for your fists
And to tell me I'm a liar
That you were only deceiving me
That you were only seeing what I'd beleive
You wouldn't be the first.

I'm holding on for a blow I hope won't come
I'm wondering what you'll do next
Waiting for you to kill me
And tell me that you were just stringing me along
That your words weren't for me at all.
That I'm naive for even thinking it.
You wouldn't be the first.

I'm still lying on the ground at your feet
I'm opening my eyes now
Waiting for your answer
And you tell me you won't hurt me
That you mean it not like the rest
That its ok to breathe tonight
You are the first to mean it.

Moon and Stars,
Roz




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