So I've had writers block for a good year and a half now. Tonight I started to write something and this is just how it came out. Don't have a song title yet though.
All those fairytales drugged me
into thinking I had to be Prince Charming
to the damsel in distress
look at all the blood stains sunk into her dress
and she’d say “Oh no, honey, I think I’ve made a mess.”
Collapsing in exhaustion upon her wooden floor
looking up at me in her white and red evening gown
she would faintly smile at me and blink her eyes slow
saying “If you could only see the look on your face from where I lie below.
If you could only see how worn your eyes are now
all the lines run so deep and are semi permanent.
I guess you always knew I was messing with your head
but I didn’t ever think that it would come to this
so, my darling, come save me cause I think I’ve made a mess.”
I’d stand there in a frozen composure
looking down at my feet
tracing every crack on her floor to her hands
sprawled out against the white of her dress
my off white eyes beating down on her skin
she’d smooth it over with the lines of her hands
then put her palms up to face the sky
and told me to read between the lines
but all I could see were the blisters and the scars
from hands far too jaded to tell any truths
and she’d say “can’t you see what I see?”
but I think she breathed a sigh of relief
when I shrugged and shook my head, kneeling at her feet
cause I couldn’t see all the secrets she’d hidden inside
of her soul locked up, or her wounded pride
cause she’s been bleeding ever since he left
all over the white on her dress.
All through the night the rain came down hard
thumping against the window it made me crazy
it leaked into my brain and made me sick for days
I’d look at her, sleeping next to me
and trace the lines in her palms down to her heart
I tried to figure her out
but my constant inquiries into her past
caused her heart to turn cold while the winter winds passed
and as they swirled outside the window, frosted with the snow
she left without a coat or a word of goodbye
left me there to wonder where I went wrong or if I was right.
So you see those fairytales that drugged me when I was very young
didn’t tell of the cruel winters or the lie that would become her
they failed to mention that eventually everything ends
and within her cold heart lies mine, frozen once again
but the years they did pass, slowly as can be
and my love, my heart and my pride
slowly ceased to be
and the rhythm of the rain brought me melodies in the spring
it always repeated that same old sentence
“honey, I’ve made a mess, honey I’ve made a mess.”
To this day I never could stand damsels in distress.