2004 Soundtrack

Heels Of Contempt

I’m trying to get to the heart of the matter
But I’m distracted
By eyes imagined to be watching
I fight to turn them out but I’m powerless
I fight to ignore them but I’m unable
I write to forget but I am the reminder
These words taste of stale bread
As these thoughts burrow deeper in my head
So I personify you
Dress you in beauty
Give you the name of a woman
And douse you in her scent
Color you with her eyes
You become the fantastic creature
And I watch you dance in feminine skin
Admiring the way you choose to dive in
But you’re still that feeling I’m unable to express
You’re still that emotion, only now oppressed
Pushed up to a pedestal

By the heels of your contempt
And I’m vain enough to claim this ghost as my own
But not once have I been able to reach you
Like the fruit fly that passes
My eye, as it blends into the masses
You’re a concept in my mind
Manipulating experiential time
I’m left here documenting the chasing
Following the maps of my minds racing
You’re the emotion I can’t finger
I become beyond drained as you linger
So I swallow my tongue again
Understanding the reasons and when to say when
Knowing now to count sheep and give in

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn