In the land of the honest,
the liar is king.

time heals no wounds
it's you sweetheart ...
you do the fixing
or remain bruised

yours is the choice
take the load off your back
or live bent ...
by its harrowing weight

time helps no one

unhinged, forced down
by circumstance
you pick your "broken"
and rearrange
your pieces

you do the fixing
time changes nothing
it's all you!

this december, this rain
is full of fire
- fire and smoke.
it's raining
ashes,
- ashes, ghosts,
corpses
of dreams and days
long gone

i do not hate you
for in hating you
i will keep you
and love you
i cannot
for your love
is my ruin

i need to let go
to separate you
from me
for i need to live

How can I dream of living forever and want to **** myself all at the same time?