Open the door, and let me into you tonight, where the lights are blind.
Give me something fresh, your flesh, your skin so white under neon lights.
There's a tree on the wall, that makes you look tonight so diamond bright  
Scarlett leaves in your hair, they shine to fall in the flight of the night

Will you take my breath for one more time, if the time's all right?
There are no reasons in the dark to hide, because you and I, are a lullaby
This has never been done, just a boy who cried for a lonely sky
It won't be all over when our hearts slowly die and you won't try.

Stop staring at my lips, just look into my eyes.

For a thousand times
that you've been through the motions
of your masquerade,
I understand,
nobody warned you about mouths
crammed with infuriated fires,
each take aim to be shot through you.

You have mastered the art
of veiling the damage:
a little rekindling
not to mend it over,
only to stop the utter fallout.

For a thousand times,
every dark of the night
that you've trembled when you shrink back
into your flawed self,
you've heard your demons
hum the melody of the undamaged:
"Never good enough.
You must be this,
you must be that."

For a thousand times
that your demons taught you
to seize the blaze
that once hurt,
that once made you snivel with fear,
with angst, with hatred,
little by little,
I sighted you craft yourself
into the brink
of a monster
you said
you
would
never
be.

As i sit here in this downpour
My instinct to be silent
Bathe in that silence
Its ironic pleating
a million single drops of rain
Falling from heaven
Picking up fury as if it heard me
I can feel it get closer as if it could tear holes through this balcony ceiling
And wet me down to my bones
Like our skin does with its blood
In the rose of our perfect union
Louder and loudest untill it is a wall
Will us painting it black waves
With pinpricks of searing rain
Piercing our skin untill it bleeds out
Freedom, while freedom is from Hades
Our pin drops distancing untill the breeze muffles the sound of the storm
Slipping off the leaves , echoing whistling through Holes, like bullets torn through our flesh, rain drops
The wind playing the song that whispers us together

I drew a picture,
so simple and clean.

I drew on it canvas,
so ugly and mean.

I drew with it crayon
with red and black.

I drew it with anger
with a knife in my back.

I drew from my mind
and things that you hid.

I drew from inside
and hole that you dig.

I drew a picture,
thought it was cute.

I drew it on canvas,
thought I killed you.