The Wrong World.

I never seem to find release,
Apart from where I'm sleeping. 
Away from him
our hearts at peace,
I'm reluctant in believing.

I'm not one for vanishing,
Without footsteps left in my wake. 
I hope he is still cherishing
The decision he wanted to make. 

He boils in my veins,
In his heat,
I feel I'm not dreaming. 

Recoil and rejoice
My defeat,
He feels at home leaving. 

No more bleeding my own heart
For a life, for a body
Thats mislead me. 

No more breathing for the start
Of relief of my soul
For it's rotting 
in this bad dream.

No more feeling so in love,
So entranced, so abided
 in the wrong world. 

No more feeling so in love,
So misguided, undesired 
by the wrong world. 

I taste the memory on my lips
Of the smile I lived to know. 
Never trust the burden of my stench,
I'm in the smoke while he burns his pillows. 

I thought I could hear the voices
Singing out their word of praise. 
And I thought I could trust the stories,
About some world so far away. 

No more searching for the arch
Rest the angel, rest the beauty
Of the garden. 

No more mercy for his heart,
I'm not mangled, I'm not hungry
For his bargain. 

As I absorb him in my lungs
Indirectly my heart is feeding. 
I feel it will all end way too soon,
If I can't control its beating. 

No more fighting for a chance,
To be healed, to be known,
To be reconciled.

No more living in a trance,
In a steal, in a cone
Trapped in cerebral vile.  

I feel him in my wake,
In my dreams
My hearts still open. 

Need him to see the stakes,
To recede
My hearts too open. 

No more feeling so in love,
So in love with the wrong world.