The roads, they sway
and curve like
the veins that
run up my arms
fueling the life
inside me
like the roads that
live forever
through the night
until daybreak
until they crumble
and decay
like the skin that
protects my
long lasting veins
but they'll always
leave behind
the memory of
how both lived
the fiercest lives.

I never craved life as much
as I did when I was with you
but now there are holes in my chest
and the fire is dying down
and I can't find the excitement
I once possessed.

It feels so long ago
that you left me to the wayside
and I can't believe I can't shake it,
shake you from my skin
I just crave to have that spark of life
once again, by myself, without you in it.

You must try to move on
and rid your skin of the
tiny pieces of pain
and free your soul
of the memories that
make you feel so alone
because in all reality
there will always be
someone there for you
you'll always have that
shoulder to lean on
and cry your eyes and heart out
and they will never want to leave you
no matter how scared you are that they might.

I died that night
where we sat on either
side of our empty bed
tears in my eyes
and hands shaking.

I died that night
when you said
you don't love me
the way you used to;
I couldn't say a word.

I died that night
when you packed the
only suitcase we owned
and went to the door
and my screams wouldn't

bring you back to me.

The sadness is beginning to set in
like the grapevines that grow up the side of an old brick house
gnarled and tangled in such a unfixable mess
just like the inner workings of the soul of mine
that once felt love and beauty and strength
growing in bouquets of flowers from my chest
unfortunately those flowers rotted and decayed
yet never really left, just like the proof that's shown
from the overcrowded webs of vines that still grow
up the side of that old brick house.

You could change me
if only you'd be here
by my side
until the end of time.

You could fix my broken bones
and mend the holes in my heart
and tell me that everything
will be alright, only if you want.

But in all honesty
I need you more
than you need me
and so I beg you to just stay.

I can taste the iron
that lingers in my mouth
as my veins beg for
the hilt of the knife
to press down and release
the pain that lays inside
my overflowing arms
with nightmares and memories
that are too far embedded in my soul
that they will no longer allow me
to live, so I must die.
It’s the only way to save what’s
left of me.