pulled out my heart with one look
lashes gilded
golden wings
could not release
what was torn from your grasp
i strangled every last drop
you can't get
blood from a rock
but you got mine.
it was never enough
want want want it all
dreaming isn't something
you do in your sleep
i'm making mine
somnambulant reality
beating in my chest
coursing, pumping
demanding it's virtue
it will be, it will me.
i'm making.
- larock 04/18/10
