I have some very destructive tendencies I'm a bad judge of character Whether the the character is my own or not Begs to be determined.
I tried the pretty, pleasant method Of letting the venom from my veins But these emotions have succeeded in their task Of rotting me from the inside out.
The floor embraced my pen And my ears were lovingly teased I tried to fall into the high from my headset But your passion did not sate me.
Elemental damage was never my strong suit As prone as we are to wildfires You'd think the liquid cauterizing me Would hurt less than these ******* thoughts.
And tonight the truth made its way to me My shadow understands; his love is pure I'm a cruel, witless *****, a scourge in my own right But he still dries my tears.
I can't even pretend I'm not hurt So I'm voiding my lungs tonight Peppered smoke promises relief But I'm soon discerning the lie.
We are back to square one but All the pop music these days is too melancholy I've had altitude sickness before, But this time it's different.
And I smile, a painful thing that I'm glad there's no evidence of I told you these things are rare, like you This inspiration at the cost of my heart
But this is my salvation When you move from prose to poetry That's when I'm done with you. My habits die hard But unlike you, the feelings, the talent, the slow agonizing death by fire, the bad character are all mine.