I crave self destruction I crave bleeding veins And sleepless nights spent in a fit of craze Mascara smeared And fresh white scars Like a flag Betray the heart
I crave desperation I crave a hollowed syringe And the feeling in your stomach standing on the edge of a bridge One false move One small slip And there you go Lost to the abyss
I crave contamination I crave a stranger’s touch And crave to readily welcome just as much Both in romance and rivalry Biting lips Or clashing fists Teeth sinking into skin Tongues grazing wrists
I crave pain I crave adrenaline Knowing the mistress, Danger Making love to her But I can’t seem to find her here So I search in the bottles I search with my knuckles against the walls With metal on my thighs And poisonous, addicting, burning lies
I crave And I search And I crave And I search And I climb and climb And ride the high Of flirting with Danger My, oh my But it’s been a while now since she’s flipped my switch ‘Careful, now,’ she whispers And at last I lose my grip
Wanting to be heard, with nothing to say Old recitations to dialogue in a play We speak, in echoes, like poetry, it rhymes And the father of learning is repetition
What only concerns is the comfort in your reflection
Death is a comfort that doesn't exist When you're dead, nothing really is Nothing really is, and nothing will be
My Woman and Her Treasures, finally ended My Drouth. When Her pink Lips created, a Wild Storm in My Mouth. She drove My Desires, on a Hell of a Ride and washed My Ego by taking away some Pride. Each Kiss She rendered, aroused the Lion in Me. Coz Her Lips were Sweeter, than the Nectar from a Bee. On Weekends Our Mood is set, for Our Passions to Flow. With each stroke I Serve, Her Face begins to Glow.
my heart hurts lesser today and that is good; perhaps it is starting to feel okay, or in a better mood
my tears no longer wet my face, and that is good; perhaps I am in the right place, or my mind finally understood that recovery is not a race and I should not be rushing to get out of the wood
2 months post-breakup; I think I've finally reached a point where I can't cry when I think of my ex anymore. When someone says time heals, they are just spreading the truth.
