Splinters of hate,
exploding from your lips,
impaling skin.

Blood tastes sweet,
so sweet.

Marble skies roll over golden fields,
in the silent winds, whispers travel to the ears.
Their faces are free, painted with joy,
under the setting sun.

Born on rocks and forged with hate,
their worlds collide and separate,
and now they find themselves sown together,
under the setting sun.

Warm air swirls and curls and flows,
down from the sky, and through their bones,
waiting for an event horizon,
they feel the setting sun.

Gods are known to tear apart,
the sacred chains that bind two hearts,
but nothing can stop their everlasting love,
under the setting sun.

Man knows nothing,
he sits in silence reading blank pages.
History we claim to be the truth,
it's true if we say so.
Bound by our mistakes,
the ones we makes time and time again,
we reach for the stars,
only to pull down our brothers.
Hate taints golden heart,
fear pushes the hand of the unsteady,
fire burns the caster,
man knows nothing.

In between the crumpled notes,
on the shifting ground,
see the colors blend,
lines parallel cross again.

Shavings of the words I said,
crack and break their form,
under chipped paint ceilings,
broke down and under fire.

Flash flood of anger and hate,
breaking late, it's a grinding collision,
and in the rubble of something called love,
nothing but division.

Burns on my hands,
my neck and my heart.
Burns everywhere you touched,
burns everywhere you touched.

I gave you a picture frame,
dripping with the saturation of a million lies.
We pinned memories,
to each and every star in the night sky.

Tears stain concrete black,
among shards of the glass slipper.
Each piece, a laceration,
to the heart, it's a trigger.

Eviscerated of love,
the stars seem to fade,
into obscurity,
they remain.

We love to **** what we can't have,
every touch, every taste,
is just something we can take.

We love to take what we don't need,
all the love in the world,
is never enough for me.

If a gaping hole were to appear,
in the middle of our atmosphere,
and take me far away from here,
I'd leave in a heartbeat.

But I'm stuck down here on Earth,
stuck here questioning my worth,
while someone tells me I'm the worst,
they call this living.

But I would **** just to make you feel,
I don't care that you're happier than me.
I would take all the love you have,
just so you could feel the way I feel.

I could give you my soul,
and you'd ask for my body too.
I'd be cautious at first,
but I'd do it because I love you.

You'd look at your spoil,
and say it's simply not enough.
You'd throw it to the fire,
and I'd burn.