Jun 8
I am the smog that suffocates you.
The weight around your neck that pulls you down.
I am the words to humiliate you.
To push your face and soul into the ground.
I know that I will always love you,
Even as the knife comes down.
Never meant to put my needs above you.
The spear I ****** in won’t come out.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me now.
I am the tool that tortures you.
That finds your soft spots and makes them bruise.
I am the score that marks against you.
That takes you down, that makes you lose.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me
Please forgive me now.
The weight around your neck that pulls you down.
I am the words to humiliate you.
To push your face and soul into the ground.
I know that I will always love you,
Even as the knife comes down.
Never meant to put my needs above you.
The spear I ****** in won’t come out.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me now.
I am the tool that tortures you.
That finds your soft spots and makes them bruise.
I am the score that marks against you.
That takes you down, that makes you lose.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me
Please forgive me now.
This is sort of a song version of “torturer”. They were written more than two years apart though. The song is newer, and came into my head on the drive home from somewhere. The same sort of feeling washed over me, and this is how it manifested.
