Descending at March…..

 

Self-inflected hurt, confused as affection

Close your eyes and see the reflection

Restless nights spent with a blank expression

Prepare for the impact, the death of temptation

 

Would it matter… If I took this gun and aimed it at your face?

Would it matter… If I pulled the trigger and killed what’s left of my faith?

 

Sewn mouth, this act of treason

Count your blessings and lose the reason

That tender touch that’s always been beaten

The wastefulness of the blood that you’ve vowed on

 

Did you notice… How the razor melted when I tried to erase?

Did you notice… How I picked the scabs to feel your embrace?

 

She swore she would never open the jar

Scattering the chaos that has made the stars

She swore she would never take it that far

Senselessly beating the dusk’s sky where her milestones are

 

Would you notice… If I kicked the chair that keeps me from the noose?

Would you notice… If the robe that’s holding me has grown loose?

 

Inner struggle, inner hate

The only battle left is accepting fate

Manifest this pain that you helped create

Rekindle this lust that you could never separate

 

Did you notice… How I kept myself from burning you?

Did you notice… How my blue sky became subdued?

 

Entomb yourself, sink that ark

Not wanting to live this arc

All the bruises, the beatings of a clock

Shut your eyes and pray in the dark

 

Self-inflected hurt, confused as affection

Close your eyes and see the reflection

Inner struggle, inner hate

The only battle left is accepting Fate