He inhales,
The ghosts of death,
Little soldiers sent by Hades
To fight this battle,
They enter.
They'll climb through your lungs
Cling to them like leeches
And claw their way,
Inside out.
Eroding you from the inside,
Slashing back and forth,
Warriors.

He exhales,
And the injured leave,
Smoke curling around his trembling
Lips,
His face slack,
His lungs infected.
The soldiers prevailing,
Taking control.
He doesn't notice.
He'll stomp the cigarette on the ground,
**** the remaining soldiers left in that short little stub,
Exhale all the injured soldiers out,
Letting the smoke waft around his lips,
The way he let his soul spill out,
The frigid chilly air whisking it all away.

He's just a carcass now.
Half dead.
He doesn't have long left.
He's running out of time.

I wonder if you noticed
My swollen eyes
Purple around the rims,
The yellow and blue
Blooms on my knuckles
Or the way I was quiet.
And when I did tell you,
You didn't care.
It was all normal.
You're used to all this
And have stopped asking why.

Please...
Try to pry me open.
Get to know me so you know
That I was in fact punching walls again
And bawling my eyes out,
Please wonder why.
No one cares.
...

We're all liars.
We lied our way through the maze of suspicion and into hearts,
We forced our entry into each others minds,
Only to go,
Leaving only a kiss goodbye.
We're all falling,
One by one.
We will all fall together.
We will all lie.
We will charm ourselves into each others hearts,
Settle in there
Just to rip ourselves to shreds
And let the wind blow us away
With no explanation.

They say we're too young to love each other.
But that's not true,
What we have rings true
Through the empty corridors of our lonely hearts.
So when it hosts a ball
And no one comes,
Everyone gone away upon their own businesses,
It will understand.
Just come back.