I have a coffin full of memories
Love of death and morbid curiosities
Grave full of dirt and lifeless bones
Not cold or dark enough to be home
Pale and lifeless, limp and dead
Thoughts of eternal night fill my head

I'm hearing voices
I'm loosing my mind
And just like a mad man
I've got no place to hide

You crave those moments that take your breath away

I crave those moments that let me breath

You fear the imaginable dreadful end
I fear the true and spectacular now

Pulse accelerating  
Eye's dilating

I dance to the rhythm of my hearts tambourine

It beats often
I move often
I fall often
I rise often

The room smells of whiskey and cigarettes
and the sweet scent of her hair.
vecchi difetti, playing in the background
to move an inch, I wouldn't dare.
Her delicate wrist, thrown across my breast
and our bare ankles sticking out of the sheet.
All I hear is her uneven breath.
The sound of my heart catching up to her beat.
I close my eyes and breathe her in
she curls up, pressed against me bare.
I open my eyes to look at my love
and as always, she isn't there.

People scare me.  They change their minds so quickly.  One moment it's "I love you" and "you make me happy" and the next it's "I'm not sure anymore" and "this isn't what I want".