Emotive

Cure the wounds, touch them and feel my heart beating

Doing its best to patch them up, quick and painless

Time was in the bottle that sits there, empty

I got a full shot just to hope that it will take the pain away

But I know once I regain full conciousness, it will hurt more than before..

Synapses erode with the screeches travelling back and forth

The pain is never central, it's like a communal mourning central

All systems start to fall on their knees, pleading for hope

I give them your smile, allright, and they silence for a while

Only to come back asking for more, this time your miss giving the pain

All the streams of passion has been stored in a vase

I sometimes give you a bit of a taste, but I want to soak you with it

I want to feel the freedom and joy of sharing it with you

Instead of hiding it like a 5 year old's treasure

A fragile existence of minutes in an eternal casket..