World Of Torment

WORLD OF TORMENT - Written by Carroll Bryant 

Here, in the middle of seduction

You bring me to my knees

Convoluting all my fantasies

I often have difficulty saying what I know I should say

It never comes out of my mouth that way

It’s a dark world that keeps tormenting me

Take the money, it means less to me than what you think

Steal the words I write

Go ahead, what are you waiting for?

Often times I wonder what goes on through your mind

Is it me?

Is it him?

Is it her?

Is it just a lonely breeze from Madagascar?

Here, in the center of your attention

I crumble

Wilting like a weed

You clearly close your thoughts to me

Where do you run and hide from me?

And why can‘t you bring me along?

Take the memories, they have faded anyway

Borrow your time while I play

And drink the fine wine of Etruria

Often times I squander the pesos I find on the street

Is it free?

Is it me?

Is it us?

Is it just another town to travel to?

There is no unlocked door in the tormenting world I dwell

I see heaven

I hear hell

Voices that dampen out like a squelch from a bat

In the belfry of my heart

In an old Victorian love we made so long ago

Then destroyed with our abandonment

We both made that decision, didn’t we?

Tell me something that the wind doesn’t know

Something that will cause frost bite to my anguish

Whatever you do, don’t say that

That of what I know you want to reveal

I already know you love me

But your love is hate

I love to hate that about you

Like you love to hate that you love me

You never will tell me, I know it

Here, in the middle of seduction

You bring me to my tears

Mimicking my fantasies

In or out of my life, you make my world a wreck

You make my world a volcano

You make my world a world of torment