swallowed by the sound of your voice an illusion of our whispers piercing the silence longing for more than a breath against the neck of our nights
and my pathetic excuse for a spine took the shivers and turned it into anxiety how i loathe my mind and its curse to give in at every confrontation losing touch and chemistry with passion and emotion
perscriptioned hope and forgiveness just to feel like everybody else
standing at point a, but too afraid to find point b(e) strong, be yourself, be everything that you're not pretend that this town isn't your deathbed ”darling, take the pills and you'll be fine.”
passed out on the hospital floor trying to scream but i'm tongue tied ”at least you're alive” when you're dead inside, what counts as living?
what was once a stallion is now the dead horse beated upon
blinded by the light at the end of the road the fear took over and this is where it lead me an empty bed filled with guilt and remorse
tracing the whirlwind back to her to let the drugs say our last words i'm sorry that i never bid you farewell that we never shared that night that night meant the world but the world means nothing to me
keep me alive by the needle, the sweet nectar of your lips, and the longing for this to end
it started with the frost that january casted upon me i needed a comfort that only february could bring but only to be ignored, so march drenches me in sorrow someone save me
april, let me go, i can see may and june from here escape from the deadly grips of spring, into the opened arms of july decieved by summer, august stabbed me in the back september just stood there, laughed and mocked me for ever trying
october, my lover, have mercy please but it only lured me to the leaves of november sacrificing me to december, putting me in a chokehold i'm running out of air, through a year in the static