it’s not you, it’s your situation
it’s not me, it’s my childhood tramua
tell me to ******* or tell me the truth
tell me about teeth sunk into unwilling flesh and how i was never a peach and i've always been the ******* sun

i did not want to say goodbye
not entirely, at least.
but i had to
i had to
i had to


and look at us now.

it fills me with warmth
i don’t remember feeling
ever since you left.

my god have i mentioned
that it hurts
i’m consumed and waiting
in the belly of this beast
no one asks so
no one knows
and that’s the way
he likes it.

I lay awake at night
But that’s alright.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do.

You know my hands are tied
All the lies you lied.
Now I can’t be with you.

Like a yielded knife
You cut through my life
As it died I grew.

You were the man to love
We fit like a glove.
Another lie it’s true.

So I walked away
Live another day
And I pray for you.

Already on the phone
Not gonna sleep alone.
A player through and through.

The night is bright
with colored dreams
flitting between synapses unseen,
cinematic fragments of my
overflowing netherworld,
dancing on the big screen of my brain

The things I'd do to be with you
Would put me away for good;
So, here I wait in solitude,
No sun, no moon, no light.

I've dug deep to break out,
I've climbed walls in my sleep;
I've dealt and knelt,
Held my hands out
To supplicate for pardon.

But I'm a repeat offender,
A schmuck and poor pretender;
A pled lifer for loving you.

I think I’m evil
- says the vegan