the gods are ruthless, the gods are merciless
and one day they will light this world on fire
just to see how long it dares burn for.

he can feel it echo through his veins,
tragedy was written in his fathers blood.
(and his fathers blood before him.)

he can feel it break his lungs apart
sometimes love can not hold things together.
(sometimes love is not enough.)

he can feel it tremor sadness too his hands
sometimes lovers can only be that.
(not made for time, not made for love.)

the truth runs wild
the truth runs free.
i've never felt happier
than when you're with me.

you wrap your hands around my throat and i am scared that you will not crush it.

this fear in my chest has lived for longer than i have been alive. it whispers in a language so crude i do not think a human tongue could speak it. it is restless and reckless and all consuming. it has no gender it has no age, it forgot its name so it calls itself a demon.

you wrap your hands around my throat and i can only hope.

she has made herself so dependant on others
that she does not know if she can stand alone.

Peal back my skin,
Tear through my ribs.
Find my heart
(Rotting, rotting, rotting)
Inside me after all.

I want to feel something
Other then pain,
Other then loss.
Something that doesnt
make me rot