Write with blood and they will see
Write with blood and you will forever be
Write with blood to be everlasting
Write with blood it is quite enchanting
Write with blood it is not at all frightful
Write with blood it is more beautiful
Write with blood for it turns black
Write with blood so you never turn back

I once drugged my lungs in order to feel you again
Letting kings ravishing a body that was once sacred and untouched
Their gold crowns reminding me what I seek yet what I do not need
Their jewels cool against my body, tormenting my senses on what they can never have
Now I drug my lungs in order to not feel the pressure against my skin, the lips tearing against my innocence and the screams destroying my hope
I drug myself to forget but it is hard when your window is across mine

I never phantomed that highs could end
That the euphoric smoke that clung to my soul could simply be blown away by the absence of your kiss

I never phantomed that ghosts were behind me, waiting until my heart was vacant so they could inhabit, this happened because of the absence of your gaze

I never phantomed that my chest could feel this heavy,as though stones found themselves ashore and crawled in while I slumbered, this was because of the absence of your touch

I never phantomed that my light could be dimmed, that I the brightest star in the sky could suddenly become the least favourite amongst the gods because of the absence of you

And so I wait, a cast out star,worn out, tired and dimmed my glow taken and my hands astretched, for you whose absence meant the end of my reign in heaven and the end of who I am

I have never known a chest could feel this heavy
Did stones embed themselves within last night?
Was I in too deep of slumber to realise I was sinking to the deepest of seas?
I had not noticed that my toes were slowly weathering away until all I had left were my knees
I had not bothered or even dared to pay close enough attention to the fact my arms too were slowly disappearing
Parts of me blowing across the wind to a place I will never know
But this wind need not have come in if you had not opened the door

Fatigue never got in the way of a man and good things

I am like a new window, I just hope life doesnt taint me too much, actually I am waiting for the right stains

I watch
I wait
I pray my eyes deceived me
I pray my ears misheardbut I know they did not
I know I have been foolish
There is no redemption at this point
I had always warned you