Caustic Words, Caustic TouchThe tedious act of humming and chanting this melody.
It seems to weaken my essence, each time.
Perhaps I enjoy the ache it forces me to abhor.
Im among the worst of mental masochists.
Youre in the most admirable class of feral sadists.
Self-inflicted pain, that will never cease to agitate,
All because of the words you wrote for me.
The meaningful lyrics youve tested, to break me down with.
The inaudible noises, with which youve tried to bribe my better half.
Youre the ideal explanation for a new instability.
Your guiltless face makes it all worth the while.
Keep clawing at me.
Tear me to s
half.so we turn up the music and turn our eyes to the sky
and we pretend that we cant see
the tears and filthy lies pooled on the floor
and the broken hearts smeared across the walls
and the pain locked away in its crevices
because we arent allowed to feel.
and then the water runs over
and were drowning again
and we pretend that we can breathe
because its just easier to lie.
and then the light shines bright
and makes the darkness more
LeavingA drastic change is needed,
to purge and clean and restore.
But with all of these changes I keep making,
the insanity piles on more and more.
To rid myself of this scurge,
this anna molly we call life.
It would take time and patience,
but I'm ready to leave tonight.
No glimmer of hope,
no passion left inside.
Only desperation from this hesitation,
and a willingness to die.
I can't see the words written clearly,
I cannot hear spoken eloquent things.
All I know is that when I die,
I won't get a pair of wings.
These WallsI want to take a marker
and draw on these flawless, obnoxious walls,
but when I do,
they fall into ashes,
leaving nothing but dust in the air