[Verse 1]. How comforting it feels to breathe with hands around my neck. Sleepwalk your way around my arteries if you're restless. Dig through me. (Dig through me).
Portraits of hope reflecting of a blade that bears my name. Hanging inches from my head. There is no light bright enough to bring my shadow back to life.
In you no passion bleeds. A shell that's thin and withering. Did you misplace your flame. In pursuit of a new hell to help you heal or burn the same?.
[Verse 1]. Not what you need. Not what you need. We've been seduced by suffering. In spite of separation. . Embedded in my head. The hallucination settles.
Dissolving in small oceans. Responsible for concentrating currents. To match a pulse in us that no longer exists. Resurfacing only when we're running out of air.
Disconnecting veins in an effort to release my tragedy. All that we leave behind is misery. And my disease is a sanctuary. A curse that unfolds like a novel.
Compare our dependence to predator and prey. A parallel engraved into our souls by the work of broken hands. (Contradiction carved in canvas). (And our nail-beds ache from scratching at the surface).
Don't adorn me like the dead. I deserve to look like myself once again. Suspended from the sky like ornaments. Nothing to no one, only memories misread.
I'm more than familiar with feeling empty.. The conduit, I allow myself to drain.. My mind is the trench in which I will be buried.. Watch me wither away..
Expose me for all that I am.. The man behind the masquerade, I am my own false witness.. Fact resides solely in the depths of my mind... and will I ever really let it come to surface?.
I bask in familiar flesh with no shelter to call my own.. A sacrifice for my sickness, I'll dig a grave for those I love.. I release the teeth from my jaw, knowing that I will miss the pain when you take shelter in the mouth of another..
Take comfort in the cadence of the bond we share.. A visionary born and raised to see with an unbiased sense of sight.. We pause just for a second to properly embrace the radiance..
Your words grow cold and incoherent and I'm searching for a fever that could lift me to the border of dementia.. My eyes are tired from surveying everything we used to share and I would sew them shut if I had any strength inside..
A calm rushes over me as I picture my corpse ill-fated with the faults I can't escape.. A sigh of relief used to signify the blight that infects the last few fragments of my skull..
Your ghost holds me close as I'm ravaged by the solitary that surrounds my former home.. Use me until you've spent the rest of my remains, then try to validate your actions..
We shiver in the pause between words. Abandonment still fresh upon the tips of our tongues. The whispers we've chosen to live and die in will infect deaf ears with the discordance of deceit.
If I allow the light to leave my eyes, I will never see again.. The thoughts disintegrate into cognitive pollution.. Abandoning my body, renouncing my existence..
Tragedy is all we have in common.. And at times we allow it to swallow us whole.. Drawing the marrow from our misfortunes. to ignite the fire that's inside..
I'm shaking and so are my hands and I can't tell if it's the cold or if I'm finally feeling regret.. A martyr in my own mind and a pariah given the capacity of my own guilt..
I live with the awareness of my own seclusion. Existence fueled by separation. A war I will not win. Embracing only alienation. To suffer is to abandon the only home I've ever had.