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Wanted

I wanted you here
I wanted it clear
Now I want it all to disappear
Maybe I'll go
You don't know
It rots away, it bites you slow
It's always been
Wallowing in sin
It wears a slack and rotted grin
When you're near
It all seems clear
But it's not like I'm really here
I slip but stay
It goes astray
And the end you run away
It's all the same
It's all a game
I don't want to show my shame
Did I die 
It's all a lie
It doesn't matter how you try
Spoonfed me lies
In your disguise
Swamped in decay and buzzing flies
I know you
What did you do
When it all comes crashing through
I scream in fear
When you're not near
So maybe no one will ever hear
Just a reflection
Of my dementian 
When all you wanted was perfection
Here you go
Give you a show
You the one who wanted to know

 J. M. Gray ©2005

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