My love is ***** with malicious intent
My love is cheap enough to be free to borrow
My love is a poison your body still seeks

My love is pure in my honest attempt
My love is affluent and can absorb all of your sorrow
My love is the cure to all that makes you weak

I try to be something, most often I'm not
I used to be someone, who I am forgot
I can be nothing, its still more than I've got
I think I'm no one, don't ever tell me I'm not
The only reason I've made it at all
I've faked my way through every fall
I pretended i could hold a presence
Every action and every word, used to keep hold of my world
Abandon the truth
Forget the past
There is no proof
Just make this last

Let it rip, sink into me
Tell me how you hate what you see
Tear me apart, don't hold back
Let me hear the truth, let your heart attack
If you don't have anything nice to say, let it out and I won't turn away
I'll take it in stride
I want to know what you're holding inside

This instability is killing me
These thoughts I can't control
Eroded by emotions, I can't get out
All the words choking my throat

I'm not satisfied by my passion
I'm not content with my efforts
Because still, I can't accomplish anything
Except for making sure you hurt

I'm reaching for a reaction
I'm clawing for a cause
All in all, I guess it's time to end this
There will be no final applause
There will be no curtain calls

I let myself get ****** in so swiftly
Just so I can try to be part of someone else's whole, because there's too much empty space in my own to ever complete my soul

The sirens are singing such violent songs, signaling that once again I have done wrong. My mind has been breached, my shores are not calm, but what can I do to silence their calls? They speak in poetry, metaphors for the harm that I've caused, and I can't understand their verse. My ears hear their words but my thoughts refuse to follow along. My actions show that I have not learned a single **** truth from the last time that I was burned, and all I can think is how good it would feel, to be fire again and know that I am real. I can create but I cannot touch the realities, yet when it comes to destruction I can ruin with comfort and ease, I **** every piece of the world that I see