remove the gratituous ending from this shallow fantasy. let me exist in the middle, see the forest for the trees and not the meltdown, pretend like it won't all eventually burn leave me in ashes
i am victim to her sinister skin numbing my former intentions i have no eyes for consequence i will stay, shaky, in the present i am ignoring the signs this path i'm running along will lead to my demise
the walls still bleed her jade eyes the weight of when i was trapped in her midnight vise (i still am) blinded, stone-cold, and still i weep
strip my heart with a fountain pen, the scalpel to her inky revenge untangle her sorry mentality from mine do not worry about the aftereffects when i cease to be tangible, spill my regret so i won't be bothered to when i come back down.
when i prove myself worthless, i can say it was all worth it at the time when she catches me, i can say it was dreadful in her arms but i left myself nowhere else to go