It was supposed to be creepy and stalkerish in a good way :) I'm in the creepy and stalkerish mood haha I'm writing a murder mystery novel.
UndressI thought of story I thought you'd like to know
I don't know how the ending sounds, but I know how it goes.
It's black as night and cold as rain
Ugly as hate and hot as pain
And laughter doesn't resonate without its seeds to sow.
I've almost finished writing down every word
But my thoughts are dry and my fingers brittle, I don't think I can go on.
It's got cunning wit and dialogue
And rays of sun behind the fog
And pain doesn't seem to ever last quite so long.
But I've got nothing without my muse
Your life something that I could not lose
You think I hate you, but I don't
I just can't express, I can't undress myself in front of you.
You asked me if I could read you one page
And I tore it into pieces and burned up the remains
I don't know why I'm so secluded
I think I might be somewhat deluded
I ball up my feelings and turn them into rage.
But I've got nothing without my muse
Your life something that I could not lose
You think I hate you, but I don't
I just can't express, I can't undress myself in front of you.
One day this story will be complete
But I'm worried that day will come in my sleep.
I won't remember you, you won't remember me
And I will never close the book.
Cause I've got nothing without my muse
Your life something that I could not lose
You think I hate you, but I don't
I just can't express, I can't undress myself in front of you.