Terror/love

Heart of gold, turned stone:
you're breaking me.

I'm blind to all your madness while

losing my mind
three letters at a time.
Glued to the beat,

I'm waiting.

A mixture of terror/
love washes over me.

Don't

Silence speaking volumes,
my ears are left ringing.

What was the point of any of this?

We're born into violence;
spend our lives thrashing,
dragging each other down
only to rip out our own hearts.

Just don't.

We never had a chance.

Casual Cruelty

A sweet melody,
casual cruelty.

Giving ourselves away in pieces,
bit by bit
we disappear.

Tonight
the mirror's empty, but
the glass is full. 

We're drowning in inches. 

Semantics.

We're bound for the floor. 

Pathetic.

 

I'll close the door behind me.

The Hunger

Bowing down.

I feel the hunger ravaging my insides
until only scraps remain.

You're the illusion of sustenance,
never leaving me full.

And I'm starving.

I'm so ready to bite the hand that feeds.

Lean in,
I'll steal the breath right off your lips.

The Tarpit

there is no escaping
you, the tarpit
a plague on this dead colony

clawing toward the horizon
but sticking in the dirt,
your stigmatic ego is
dragging us back down

out of your element
in the elements, while I'm
drowning in the light
of your eyes

spotlighting my disaster

Something in the Way

Maybe it's the silence/
maybe it's the way
you push my hair back
off my face
I cannot know the meaning/
cannot know our fate
(but I'll) keep on coming back for you
every single day

something in the way,
(there's something in the way)

We're bleeding all our feelings
making no mistakes
calling into question
why I hesitate
we're sharing all these words
and I swear I like the taste
but something is amiss,
something's in the way