I
You’re sighing and you’re crying into silent salty lakes of tears
You’ve worn your heart on your sleeves for the most of many years
You’re aching and you’re shaking up the walls of futures past
Shaking up the leaves of the trees that once grew in your heart
You’re breaking and you’re paining like a tensed-up window
Laughing and crying like a pregnant widow
You’re saying it and you’re faking it – words of loss of love
Praying and failing – loss of words for love
Because your love left you long ago
When you were fast asleep
Leaving blood stains and a note . . .
II
You’re waiting and you’re waiting but their train isn’t going to come
You’re tearing and you’re swearing, you hate what you’ve become
You’re crying and you’re dying, well, isn’t that the way it’s meant to be?
And your most cherished memories go to drown in the stormy sea
You’re walking and you’re falling but you finish where you start
You’re just feeding off the bread-crumbs that are left inside your heart
I’m crying that you’re crying, long and salty lakes
I’m fighting but you’re dying – what difference does it make?
Because your love left you long ago
When you were fast asleep
Leaving blood stains and a note. . .
The X is anonymous. The X is defined as undefined.
The mind of The X is far more twisted and perverted than that of the Devil at the climax of an orgasm. . . Too graphic? This should be taken as a sincere warning.
However, there are times when the feeble soul triumphs over the ticking mind. The X is a manipulator of emotions.
PS: Don’t try to unmask The X. . . You wont succeed.
