VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy

Beth

Remember when you would tell me if your sky was falling

That you’d wait for mine to come back around

Well I only trusted you as hard as I could throw 

Which is hard, and up against that bedroom wall

Because we liked to remodel our hearts in the dark…

So if you start to see furniture ripping apart, and glass blowing apart

You couldn’t reach around  let alone wrap your mind around our fog…steamy

Just look away please, arms over eyes, hotter than turned on drier parts

This is pressing against a nerve through your last button and up against your back-wall

With danger close, so I’m making the call to approach you with caution

I just want you to be next to me, and you want me to control you…

Open mind with a closed heart, so I love you at the lowest part

Closed mind loaded down with ammunition you always open fire with a wide mouth

Because your heart was closed off It never even had a chance to break

Before it turned black, and after it was beaten blue

You adopted struggle as your identity, and you two were indistinguishable

I’m just trying to keep living with the same struggle, but it ain’t me, hun

Remember in all of our moments of weakness we grew strength from

But I think my arm is broken after the 3rd time you twisted it over my back 

Stabbed me with a gigantic bobbie-pin using my own hand.

So what should I comprehend? I would have loved you while you severed my head slowly

But it’s starting to make noise now, as my skin gets thicker, now it’s you getting choked up

Careful hun, cuz this woman suffers from a black heart…plenty of medicine for her in hell

So blow me a kiss, and keep that slippery tongue out of my face, and maybe I’ll see you there

But I found a way out from up underground, and only shit flows through sewers

So now that I’m at this right angle I’m climbing up, while you find nothing left down in your filth

Maybe this is a bit lampless, probably lacking some light fix your sight for sighs

Before you aim your abandonment issues around at me, and pretty soon it’s black out thirty

It’s a terrorist attack at the 711 from a 5 ft 100 lb gorilla!

This feisty woman would’ve built a fucking ladder to climb up it, just to throat punch me

Good thing I love pain…So I dared her to hit me again, I was the one that was actually using her

Keep beating the bad outta me, cuz I’m flooding it through to your brain and your stomach

And you’re never going to forget the advantages in our disses, no more symbiosis, Misses

But a piece of me will always feel ya, cuz remember I let you beat the bad out of me

And when we made love or was it WCW… I was sneaking my evil over you

I swear you knew it, and was on to me, but you just kept letting me do it.

So if you want to label yourself clueless, I know the truth is… You’re still that tiny 5-foot Lucifer