Hurt Me Hurt Now

 

HURT ME HURT NOW

~Miss A

 

This can’t be changed, some tears can’t be held from falling down

As you walk through each step, you move forward and move another step

An inch more away, there’s no turning back, lights fade out the town

Hold no fear; you know you choose this up on yourself, that’s how you step

So lost; internally. So lost; eternally.

Regain all the strength, erase all the memories you endeavor

Which brings coldness out of your seasons, and you’ll see the flowers die in spring

Feed upon your pain, the strangest fighter ever.

You’ll know when you’ll see that carefree, ending up upon a nerve, on the G-string

Hurt it now or never.

Silently watch the dream-catcher, steal and fetch the dreams it come across

Make no sound, do no whisper, for he hears it all, for he sees across it all

He who seems to doze up, is actually drunk of the nectar of the juiciest brain-leaks

But why does he has those eyes, closed as if in a sigh, but in awe of the sympathy

Dried of coldness in this summer heat, as he sees another petal crumble

And his starvation of the emotions he gets drunk fills another of his jug

We all know, he would be in love of this sober, the crave that never ends

For his nose doesn’t get red like gel, neither his soul pricks of the hell

Lurking in from the window, hearing all the things one could imagine

But the real and the sorrow ones are the ones that has him occupied

Don’t do anything evil, or the dream-catcher will lurk around your corners

But doesn’t he know all the worst ever possible, and smiles on them so gray

And once you’ll become powerful, feeding on your weak lies

You’d become a part of him, in his cage, in the realm of no mercy

But once you’re lost, all you have is him, when stays none

So hurt me, hurt me now

To state your possession over this, because I’m here to regain it all

Like the sand in your hourglass, that never escapes

Stepped on the pitcher plant already, to be slowly eaten, not a petal that falls

Slowly turning in the offer letter, in a volunteer of a process

Happens, when you are too sure about the direction of shelter

Yet, all I’m afraid if I can’t entertain you properly

And it hits with real force that it just would keep you next to me already

‘Cause all the seekers of sincere smile, couldn’t help find peace so vividly

Dear Dream-Catcher,

I know it’s already disappointingly appreciable, that a person like me would humbly ask out of my impatience, to move an inch closer to the one who is said to be a non-existent demon smuggler of the dark realm of no apologies. Because all you do is to see through the thoughts weather intentional, real or just an imitation of the things which are driven by emotion. You saw ‘em all, the cruel is you capable, and it’s just a perfect definition of what I heard satisfies your desire, straight out the creep.

I do not know, how to anything else, to impress you, hoping not to fail at this one particular. But, I can almost promise my nightmare or just the fantasies you let you time of being along be in vain. So can you promise to breach the upper cliff of the ends of my room, seeing it all by yourself?

And still after all my honest sincerity pledge in asking him out is unknown

For he can’t be seen, ‘cause I’d sleep so peacefully

And ‘cause all we ever have of him are myths

But if you are here, I promise to tell the tales as long as I could

Hear ‘em all, till I can dictate somehow

Stay here, stay with me

Hurt me, Hurt me now!!!