from april 2008 - angry didn't want to lose it

You pressed your hand againts my mouth and instructed me not to breathe.
Locked in a house of matches, you douse me in gasoline.
Locked in my tin chest beats a potatoe heart.
Locked in my anger, I am a whimper
and I can't make you hear me over your own cacophony of shame.
How dare you?
My walls are crumbling and you are dreaming of sunshine.

You pressed your hand againts my chest and instructed me not to feel.
Strip me down, and you slice saw dust into my wounds.
You are wrong, I will escape this house of flame.
You are first on my list of things to forget,
and yet I still miss the smell of your laugh.
You are a catalyst of your own misfortune and I will dance out of your way as you spin out of control.

You held your face againts mine and promised me you'd never choke.
Not that I need air, I don't need to breathe.
And you sang me lies until my ears forgot truth.
Now, perhaps I will fight for my life, in your sea of hot cowardess.
And I am lost in the sight of you, and my body is burnt and cold.
You have me in an ashen grave, and by the time I pull myself out,
the buds of hope will be curled in your heart.
And until then, I will goosestep and rain until this fire is out.