i could move alright,
but in a locked rotting hell,
i could breath alright,
but only toxic suffocating breaths,

what is the point of breathing,
if you're going to suffocate on it anyway,

living,
is not a matter of life or death,
having a soul,
inhaling,
no,
you see,
i passed away,
lost my soul,
along time ago,
but i can still inhale
my own bitterness,
i can still stand
right in the burning hellfire,
of my own despair,
i can still wait for the rainfall,
thinking it might wash away
my everlasting grave,
and all it did,
is turn me into dust,
even more,
i've held my ashes,
as i was casting away,
but my grave
has been dug too deep,
six
feet
under.

i'm losing myself,
and i can't control it,
they made me,

i'm losing myself,
i can't contain it,
they made me,

i'm losing myself,
and soon,
i'll become
nothing but a body,
with no soul
just the one
they made.

gather all your imperfections
and sculpt them together
as it becomes
everything
i ever
wanted

I'll trace your scars,
with my fingertips,

I'll lace the curves of your imperfections,
with my chapped lips,

I'll bury my nails,
in the flesh of your lethal spine,

I'll mold your broken heart,
until it becomes a piece of mine,

you dared to love my
self destructive self,

and i dared to,
kiss your morphine lips,
knowing that,
if i get a taste,
i'll never stop,
wanting more..

falling for your warm voice,
as it washes me me away by its divineness,

catching my heartbeats,
while you utter the letters of my name,

I can see the waves,
 you fondly look for,
 in your mesmerising eyes,

I can smell the scent of agony,
that lingers thoroughly,
around your sacred being,

I can hear the little girl in you,
while you spend every instant,
trying to sink her in,

I can sense your everlasting cries,
as it crawls up against me,
awakening me from within,

but as helpless as i'll ever be,
i'll crumble myself to pieces,
in order to make you whole again