He was tortured for months
Lived worse than in hell.
Nd after all those tryings
When he finally broke free,
He couldn't bring himself
To peace again.

"you need to face your demons to fight them"

So he went back to the town
He was held captive in for months,
Not expecting to meet the demon of his nightmares
Again on the same road he first met him.

"I can't bring myself to hate you"
"you've made me like this.....you've made me to like this"

So he decided to give his captor
All the hell he went through.
Not because he wanted to wrong
The other,
But because he wanted to give
His forced unconcious feelings
A reason to be satisfied.

But for the demon
The hell was not really hell.
It gave birth to a heaven
In his heart.

They both knew it
They both loved it
They both loved each other.

Decalcomania,
porcelain skin
and
a lava-deluge

episodic angst,
in actu primo
I heard a voice

in actu secundo
I closed the shutters, drew the blinds
and split the wires linking my home to the others

I've been a bad person

I don't follow the instructions

you told me we were special

quickly I threw the idea out of my head

I'm a bad friend

you don't have to paint me good

I feel heavy with the lies

strong ties

never stopped for an update

walking without you

climbing high I realized

I was so low

I'm a bad person too

you don't have to paint me good

I feel blue

so warm and cool

don't cover up the truth

don't try and make it better

I'm trying to say goodbye without saying it

it's so hard to cut you off

when you sit me on a throne

don't paint me

let me erase myself

better

hate me

don't love me for what I'm not