Rigid, ugly, painful intervals of burning in the pores of my skin.
A rough sensation in my heart, I missed her more than I cared for my own life.
  At what point in time did my ancestors devolve me, when did my DNA first form this biological gap?

My instincts were supposed to protect me.

I feel the presence of you through the pain in my teeth, as I sing along to the song I used to skip just for you. It always makes me think of you even though you never wanted to listen to it. The sadness you felt when it would come on must have been left behind with me little by little each time I let it go by without you knowing. You left some sort of residue on your footprint, a brand. And someday when god looks upon my soul, he'll see it still, branded by the giant, for the silver and gold I once stole.

And it didn't keep me up at night, it was worse.
It made me fall asleep sooner, stay asleep longer.
The only place that was comforting to me was in my rolled back eyes.
Where the good dreams seemed like nightmares as I would wake from them.
And the bad dreams would be so peaceful as I died in them.

She calls and tells me she's discovered herself. She can no longer see me as apart of her future, this self she discovered, this self I always loved in every form, can no longer love me.

My edges were always rough, filled with mistakes and awkward shades. But I changed, I broke every bone in my body, stretched within an inch of my life, as I was sculpted by her.
And now I've turned into an abandoned art piece. Incomplete. Not even worth being a memento.

*So just throw me away.

They said that life is what you make it to my sarcastic statement, but tell me, when in the hell did I make it this way?

I see her face and try not to remember a thing on this devil's night. It feels as though I know her name and she's torturing me every last moment of silence.
God, know that I **** it all to  hell, it doesn't even feel real anymore. This fallen angel that continues to rain down on my dreams should no longer mean a thing to me.