Breath
Breaking Benjamin
I see nothing in your eyes
And the more I see the less I like
Is it all the end
In my head?
Hoooo!
I know nothing of your kind
And it won't reveal your evil mind
Is it all the end?
I can wait!
So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left!
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way
Get away
Please
You take the breath right out of me!
You left a hole where my heart should be
You've got to fight just to make it through
Cause I will be the death of you.
This will be allover soon
Pour the salt into the open wound
Is it all the end
Let me help (out?)
So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left!
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way
Get away
Please
You take the breath right out of me!
You left a hole where my heart should be
You've got to fight just to make it through
Cause I will be the death of you.
No matter how hard he looked.
I see nothing in your eyes
He found nothing.
And the more I see the less I like
What he did see, gave him no pause for consideration. It was nothing new. Loathing, desire, dislike, contempt.
Is it all the end
In my head?
It could surely be the end of what he thought was only beginning. The fact was; he never knew.
I know nothing of your kind
He truly did not know the man at all.
And it won't reveal your evil mind
Nothing could show him what that man truly thought.
Is it all the end?
I can wait!
If this was all, he looked forward to the demise of their uncertain.
So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left!
Give him what he most desired, kill what he sees in your eyes and give him what you hide from him.
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes
If he could just dig deep enough he could find it. If he could get the right reaction from him, there would be fire, struck by him.
I'm going all the way
Get away
Please
The end. He would follow it down, down wherever it led. Push him away and let him follow it. Not like he would stop you, he mused to himself.
You take the breath right out of me!
Breathless. Moaning. Writhing under him, helpless to his own reaction and completely devoid of any control, had he any to begin with.
You left a hole where my heart should be
When they had sex he felt more of him drift away. Like something he let go of while caught in a storm in the sea.
You've got to fight just to make it through
Fighting the storm was useless. You had to fight the urge to let yourself stop struggling to stay afloat to make it through anything.
Cause it will be the death of you.
Fighting the urge to die will kill you. Living on will be your death. How very true.
This will be allover soon
Pour the salt into the open wound
Is it all the end
Let me out!
Since he would be gone in not so very long, he might as well enjoy the burning feeling of salt in the wound. Continue the wicked game that raged between him and the other.
So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left!
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way
Get away
Please
He would plead? Never. Beg? No. he would growl, demand, and be satisfied just as brutally.
You take the breath right out of me!
You left a hole where my heart should be
You've got to fight just to make it through
Cause it will be the death of you.
Death was so close. He felt his head rise, and he entered the too-familiar dungeon room with a sneer, intent on provoking death in the most satisfying way imagined.