This thirst,
Tired of the search.
What drives,
Gives a high.
What takes,
What kills.
What seems better,
Yet is bad.
This hunger,
Passion,
Craving,
Dependence,
Enslavement.
This fixation.
This murder.
So beautiful.
So Awesome.
This power to control.
Make us crave it.
Wanting more of it.
Tired of this search.
Shedding each tear
Trying so hard not to cry
Drenched in a sorrow pain
Murderous
Victimized
Hard to see through a window of shame
Of lies
Crawling to comfort her sin
Laying down next to him
A bound filled with regretting
And backbiting
High above
Twinkles a deem light
Covering the scene
This slaughtering
From a women
To a man
Crazy they both became
At the end
Only one wins the game
One glance in your direction,
You seem to fall apart.
So quickly,
You're wanting me closer till the end.
I fall deep into your arms.
We're both shaking, trembling.
Barely holding up on our own two feet.
As my fears of you begin to wash away.
With every kiss I can taste what blackens our lungs.
My hand wonders up your shirt to feel your slow beating heart.
Scratching at the skin that protects it from me.
"I'll forever crave to have it as mine.
But no more then I crave to have you alive."
Fear this fight!
My lungs are becoming airtight!
And I can't stand your burning light!
its coating these tissues with your virus!
Causing my eyes insane blindness!
Screaming through all this rapid silence!
Echoing throughout this darkness!
You're feeding me this curse.
But this pain makes me feel like im numb
and lifes in reverse!
Its because of you my soul is revived!
I sense no death between you and i,
So promise me you wont walk into heaven's light
Two very beautiful things created in nature.
A butterfly and a rainstorm.
Together creating a bittersweet ending for ones path.
The butterfly caught in this vicious storm.
Cannot fly with water weighing it's wings down.
Suffering on the ground.
While it drowns in what can be thought of as failure.
Two Beautiful things created by nature.
You ask for a sign
You get a light from every path that your heart has been pulling at
You ask for a sign
You get a list of answers that you don't wish to believe
You ask for a sign
You get to see the true colours of the ones you trusted and love
You ask for a sign
You get to see what settles behind the masks
You ask for a sign
You get hurt no matter what path you take
Because you listen to your heart
What your feeling
Because you don't listen to your head
What your thinking
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