Shiver

 

Shiver.

-    Miss A.

 

It alerts me, my everything, going chasing the racks of my brain

 And out of every casual word, these words are suddenly bold

We were moving straightforward, and then suddenly it’s all Italic

I do not understand this, how...

To hear shivers in your voice, but no it’s not engulfed with fear

It’s that sweet-sweet tone in the midst of rough, its conscious making

Suddenly all that the power I reckoned seems endangered

As if suddenly turning from a predator to a fish, small and scared

It sends chills so deep, so cutting through... yet you know to trust

Of some place so unguided by thrills, so dangerously satisfying

And all the hairs at the back of neck thorns, fear of unknown

Grasping, clutching in a way, you are ready to run out

Yet something in you stays still, unable to move away

And you don’t know if its fear that holds you in place, or your wish

The vibe is haunting, but you still want to listen to this music

Addressing to some audacity that you have inside which loves

Both the adrenaline and the acceptance of being broken perfectly

A road you shall never chase, you know that right away, but I

Oh-oh!

Wanting to know what hides beyond the shivers, curiosity you say

So ruthless it is, you get overwhelmed by it, before you can picture

It’s so called a sin, for the people who believe it, but I

Woh-oh!

I left that path already, ‘cause if it takes everything, I can lose anything

But then oh! Those shivers in your voice, makes me wonder

Keep your eyes away, I lose my hold on myself, I am such a sacrifice

Humming in my head a hymn, I absolutely hate, but can’t walk away

And I can see this at least perfectly now, the double line from the pencil

Grey and disturbing, but somehow it’s in other dimension, making

 Every stance beautiful and smoky, keeping low-key, irritating but...

And you irrupting me with my grasp on myself is so wrong, but...

There is no remedy for a pain, which you want to cut fresh again

You can be a queen for the world, and turn into a slave in dungeon

Losing all the power, that you despise, breaking your gratitude

To be on all disadvantages, and find it driving you insane

To be watched, making wanting to put a knife through, anger, flush

Like waiting for a scavenger, to scrape you out on, deranged  

Can you dare? Uoh-oh!

It’s a shiver I hear from you, shivers all my bones instead

A strange sensation takes over, a shiver in the lips, in the spine

A shiver in the achievement on what you can take sends a shiver in me

For what could be taken is unknown, this isn’t the butterflies you ask

I asked for a wonderland, and I’m held in wasteland, what is this

But some things cannot be gained in sacred, its rags, begged in despair

The hottest of the flames burn blue, and I’m just a prey beside you

Clever and calm, but now I wanna hear, how you speak, hear everything

And I remember, I was never a person a good souls, I chase monsters

And I am already chasing for one, before I knew, I am so messed

And you are waiting, for me to ask it out first, I would never. Never.

Yet I do. Noh-oh!

And you smirk the wild chaos out of me, drifting away in knowledge

Of cornering the mouse, pride in eyes in acknowledgement of victory

Still acting like you don’t know.

And you speak with the same voice for the destruction of mine

“We’ll wait, until your want becomes your need”, And I promise I hate it.

Hate to hear every word, every single one against my will, but I’m willing

The strongest of pearls, are meant to be broken, moulded into perfection

I am here to see you win every race, but you want to lose one

And I love to see that, lose a race and win another one.

I see that ‘We hate what we love, and love what we hate’, nicely done

We like sick dogs, don’t we?

We like running outta luck, don’t we?

We like to love being shivered to the last of life, don’t we?

Loh-oh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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