You want commitment
Take a look into these eyes
They burn with a fire, just for you now
Until the end of time
I would do anything
I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd die
To have you in these arms tonight
Baby I want you like the roses
Want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain
I would give anything
My blood my love my life
If you were in these arms tonight
I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight
We stared at the sun
And we made a promise
A promise this world would never blind us
These are my words
Our words were our songs
Our songs are our prayers
These prayers keep me strong
It's what I believe
If you were in these arms tonight
The final song died on my ipod, died on a distant echo in my now empty mind. I had reached the last steps leading to the front porch. my key hand raised to turn the lock. My world began to shudder, and i allowed my self a synical laugh. although on these trembling lips it felt like a strangled sob. how could you fight? how could you run when it was the person you loved most that was killing you?
These thoughts resonated in my mind, striking a cord deep within my heart, sending a chill to my soul. My blood turned to ice. The blood drained from my face, leaving my heart, its jagged disjointed rythm shuddering to a stop.
Opening the door, i crept silently up the stairs. Silence. releasing a sharp breath i raced up stairs to my room. Sinking to my knees, my breath coming in shallow gasps, sharp in drawn gusts of air i couldnt breathe i couldnt
feel.
This is is what i had been reduced to any empty shell a fleeting shadow, of the person i could be. i could feel my rage like a caged animal willing to be released. I pictured the pixies face her eyes flashed a luminous green blinding all thought, all reason. "Rescue me". i whispered to the figure in my head, silent tears gently fell down my cheeks, hot pools of surrender tearing from pale blue eyes. The rage inside me begging for release. cradling my head as if to relieve myself from the sudden torrent of emotions, i wondered aimlessly through the hall, knowing that dad wouldnt be back till the harsh hours of dawn, stumbling in in his usual drunken stupor.
As i reached the end of the hall light filled a door to my left pushing it gently aside i saw my mothers piano untouched. My mouth curved up at the corner, in a satisfyed little smile, heading towards the piano i sat down. my fingers drifting along the keys. my hood fell back leaving my hair to tumble unbound, in wild abandon around my face. a sweet melody drifted from its interior as my mind drifted over several musical bridges. The song changed in pitch, my fingers moving relentlessly across the keys.
