I feel like what metal tastes
yet my spirit isn't anywhere near
as strong.
I cant light a spark
that won't consume me;
you linger in my insides, you see.
Filled me up with gasoline.
Every word of goodbye is a drop more and
with all the silence the words don't
replace, the fire is lit.
If the flames won't **** me, the suffocation will.
For i'm sick of your liquid being
and all I crave is when you
were once sweet air;
the very thing that I could live on,
the very thing I couldn't live without.

I don't know how to love you calmly.
Even the rivers cannot keep still,
even the sea awakens and thrashes
against each other
to the presence of the moon.
To want you without passion is
a crime.
To love you any less than this is
a death sentence.
But either way the night shivers
and each toss the waves make is half hearted.
For you are the moon
and I am the sea,
but you are nowhere to be seen.