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