Severed hands lie
Rotting
Connection disconnected from assorted unidentifiable bodies
Yet we know them so
For they are forged from our imagination
Magnificent idols of our creation
Harboring our false dedication
Forever forsaking the truth of our relation
But we fear their reality
Constantly screaming conspiracy
But what is your proof?
All circumstantial
Only there if you believe
But could you leave
All of that in the rear
To bring the truths of our destinies nearer
But you’re afraid
Because an idea is way easier to change
Than faith…….
Only good when blood falls………
(Source: coronationmedia)
I barely remember how potent you can be
How the taste of you can just make me……..
Lose me
So violently
The more I am encased in you, the more I lose sight of eternity
You know, one time I thought I could quit you
I thought the mental break downs would be few
But I stand here in recognition that I really had no clue
Even, like a sunset, I had a fevered view
But though you appear innocent, your drink is bitches brew
And I suffer wrapped in you while you beat my heart black and blue
Is there even an escape?
Feels weird to want to escape from what is supposed to be escape
I love and you return with hate
But I wait
Anyway
Just to taste you again so you can take me away
Everytime I do I just end up regretting the day
That I ever got a taste
I dont know……..should I turn my writtings into book?
