Pride is of consenting age
Desperation stands on a edge
Love looks at an empty mattress
Solitude drinks from a broken glass
Not for long,
This party behind a bleeding door
Will tell us that someone
Is no longer beating
His blackened heart
As the clock turns its counter romance
We will slip away from a single utterance
Of arsenic threads and deranged dreams
Say goodbye now, everyone waits
But,
Departure has not arrived
Yet
And I will wait no longer
Dismantle your lorn, wait here
Don't let us go—
We will
Weep even harder
In this room that decays
To the beat of your heart
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Pride is of consenting age
Desperation stands on a edge
Love looks at an empty mattress
Solitude drinks from a broken glass
Not for long,
This party behind a bleeding door
Will tell us that someone
Is no longer beating
His blackened heart
As the clock turns its counter romance
We will slip away from a single utterance
Of arsenic threads and deranged dreams
Say goodbye now, everyone waits
But,
Departure has not arrived
Yet
And I will wait no longer
Dismantle your lorn, wait here
Don't let us go—
We will
Weep even harder
In this room that decays
To the beat of your heart
