Mistaken For A Beauty.

1/6/2012

Hiding in the shadows of pain and nausea I am.

And you mistaken me for a beauty.

Why am I lying here and why are you lying there?

Why am I hiding from you?

Why are you hiding your face from me?

Saving grace is like raising the dead by just mere mortal hands:

It's impossible.

Maybe I'm emotional in this last day before we're to part.

And maybe the fear has taken its toll.

I'm just going to grow old, appear alone, and force myself through it all.

I'm hiding in the shadows again, crying more than I did then,

And I hide away because you've mistaken a beast for a beauty.

Why am I lying here and why are you lying there?

Why am I hiding from you?

Why are you hiding your face from me?

Helping me  is not an option because it never was.

I thank you for all you've given, all the pain that's been driven into sinful conduct.

Sorry is passing my lips a million times a night,

And I'm afraid of the Shadows again,

The one who speaks to me so softly like you do.

And now I'm gone. Mistaken for a beauty.

Monster I am.  And that's how it will stay, because that's me.