Purgatory feels like...
A dance with the devil who wears my lovers face. It feels like a disregarded boiling tea kettle of our responsibilities that is ready to burst. You hand it back to me as if it were an unwanted gift, making promises with fingers crossed in attempt to silence me. You force it into my arms and my arms alone as you are shaking your head in disapproval.  Selfish snakes have stolen your once sweet tongue, now sour, as you ignore the fact that I already bare the weight of the world which clings onto my shoulders. Animosity swells inside me as two lives crash and burn. You walk away disconnected from it all, continuing on in your child-like life in a cusioned bubble of ignorant bliss. I am swollowed by quicksand inside this burning fictional house we built - standing here, paralyzed, mouth sunk open in disbelief. As you walk away...

Its a pins and needles tingle
Which slowly fades away
Muscles aint moved a single
Laid in bed all day
My insides are empty
Because my love has left me
Alone in the darkness
Heartless

As the unforgiving winds changed their beat
And all that was stumbled into last week
Future times, where lovers eyes no longer meet
Two strangers, opposite sides of the street in retreat

Bed fit for a king,
Yet it stills stings
Big empty bed with so much room
Alone with my thoughts, regret filled tune
Staring at the ceiling with its black background
My yawning stretches filling hallow with sound
Lots of space so i sleep diagonal
Spirit is plummeting, im acting irrational
Plenty of room to steal covers off a lover
But instead, i lay alone
Tossing and turning and yerning
Big empty bed with so much room
So much space for loneliness to consume