There is an oppression in obsession
The refusal to let go of what you know
Will hurt you
It eats you alive everytime
but you survive one cycle
just to start again
You give away your heart
to something that seems so sublime
Because maybe "this time" you'll be wrong
You stand against the tide of truth
Seeming strong, knowing all along
You're going to drown in disappointment
You duel your heart against your mind
Hoping to find the heart the winner
You fight not to the death
But to the pain
Each tortured memory
a drop of blood red rain
Yet you keep on handing it over
Bits of bloody heart
Pulled apart and stapled back together
A few chunks missing here and there
The sight of it too hard to bare
But there it is in your open palm
Hoping someone will come along
With heart shine and gauze
not caring about the cause
only the solution to your heartache
But when they do, they learn of their mistake
They find your eyes
Still looking at your last demise
Haunted by who came before
but they aren't there anymore
Now they're just another missing piece
that has destroyed your heart shaped masterpiece
an open palm holds your hopes and dreams
but its too tattered and ripped at the seams
for you to bare the thought to share
