The Face of Nature
There's no makeup on the eye...

Whisper sweet poison in my ear
grip my arm like you need me so bad...

You just don't know...
how hard I've tried...

In their eyes I have seen,
a tale of turbulence to set the scene...

Envious thoughts on a beautiful mind,
jealousy coursing up the curve of her spine...

Did I leave a scar?
When I stabbed you in the back...

It's coming back to haunt me,
sneaking up behind my back...

Just like silence seeks
the clicking, tickering drip...

*This poem is a peice of shit, just letting you...
I was going to write you a meaningful poem...

I wanted to write a love song
but I had no-one to sing it to...

*click, click* the camera ticks
the picture takes...

A screaming silence
is what we share...