Dust and Dead Weight
Shrouded in anguish
Marked by shame
Violent air in weary bones
Bathing in these
Waning threads of light
Vermillion mark
Were the heart used to be
Hyper, abandoned on the water
Rosy and disquieting
Tedious ricochet
Sacrificial devotion
The dizzying indecision
The paper thin backbone
Always the backbone  

Everything once gentle
Now littered with thorns
It always ends here
Dust and dead weight.

I told you I wanted to die...
You immediately said no...
Didn't ask why... Just a no...
Why so direct, no hesitation?
You surely don't actually like me... Like I like you...
Maybe I've been living in an illusion...
I'm getting anxious...
I'm crumbling, I don't think you've noticed,
I'm distancing myself again, pushing away...
I'm getting bad again, I don't know what is worse...
You ignoring me, or me pushing you away (everyone away)...
I'm a wreck, a lost cause, maybe you should give up on me...
I would if I where you... I'm not worth it... Trust me... Please?