Trying to write this to you now is nearly impossible.
The pen becomes so heavy in my hand it makes my fingers ache.
Every word etched into the paper
feels like another bout of blasphemy nailed to our hearts.
If only love was as easy as faking smiles in passing glances.
Remember when we would
fight so hard to be happy
Now its like
we don't know the meaning anymore
Some people sit there
and just make excuses.
But not me.
No, not anymore.
I'm not making any more excuses.
I'm making progress
and I refuse to stop growing.
Hes not the love of my life
Hes just a lover tonight
As you rip out my throat
so I know you did it with passion
The rush will send my heart fluttering
and the rubies will pour down my hands
Death which comes from grace
is more like a dance
than a battle
So I will no longer fight you
Rose was left red
Violence isnt new
Drink that potion, kid
And they'll take you too
In a world of beauty, it's dangerous to overlook the mundane.
Why is it hard to catch a cigarette?
Because its impossible
When you chase one
It's a filthy habit and an even more dangerous cycle.