Where is your desire
The fire in your eyes
Your lust, your greed
Your bullet time,
Slow motion speed
A heart by hire
All you need
You build a world of mirrors
Never look in the glass
And follow the train tracks
Without looking back
You never stop,
You never breathe
Never to take time for me
Where is your desire
The fire in your eyes
Your lust, your greed
Your bullet time,
Slow motion speed
A heart by hire
All you need
You lost your hope in the funhouse
Lost among the aisles
Chasing your demons,
Chasing your vial
You never cease
Glass from lips
Always have that wine
At ready
Where is your desire
The fire in your eyes
Your lust, your greed
Your bullet time,
Slow motion speed
A heart by hire
All you need
I'm not the heart by hire
I'm gunsmoke, burnt out fire
I can see it in your shallow eyes
You rule out fire for cold ice
I'm not what you're looking for
Don't you realize?
I'm not your replica
Not your copy
Not your lie
Where is your desire
The fire in your eyes
Your lust, your greed
Your bullet time,
Slow motion speed
A heart by hire
All you need
You've done your work with me
Leave me in my bed, go home,
Fall asleep
In your own sheets,
With your own scent
With your own replica
Paying your rent
Where is your desire
Where is your greed?
Ignore connections,
And attraction
Heart by hire
All you need
A heart you're leasing
might not bleed
"Paying your rent"
ReplyDeleteyou know what, this is like "the toothpaste moment" you disliked so much :D
@Roccari : aaaahhahaha well said! xD
ReplyDeleteNice poem. i so like the "bullet time" :O (Although its just three words xD )
Ahaha rocco xD Well, I still think rent is more of a timeless word (not that I was aiming to write a timeless piece). Rent can be metaphorical for something you have to pay, just think of Dido's "My life is for rent". ;) Toothpaste. What is that a metaphor for? XD
ReplyDeleteThanks :)