faith is a four letter word

i want your legs around me
i just want to feel something
you can say how everything is relative
but i know you don't mean it
the animal eyes within you
stretch me out over the floor
we shake
and we take
and we break
our friendship to pieces
not that it matters
everything ends anyway
into the storm of the motive
when you let me go down again
to the ground
gently caressing your hair
and the sound of the breaking
within you
covered in the flood
once more
will this ever end
i could plant my tongue deep
and take it all out of your mouth
but it's always the same taste
always the same blood
deep in my veins
to my brain
torturing my heart again
you know i could say i love you
and make everything okay
but you always say that everything is relative
and i know you don't mean it
the stretch is too near
but we can't reach the final sensation
(because you're crying)

-winston campbell-