As you left I laid my head upon the dock... Then I smothered out my cigarette... On your empty bottle top.
The taste of me is sure to leave pure bitterness on your tongue... Because then you'll know I'm sober... And that'll ruin all your fun.
It still astounds me how fast and unforgiving fate's hands can be. How can a life be so quickly and relentlessly taken... Without any fucking remorse?
Sheets trap our heat with nowhere to go, and I secretly pray that you don't go slow. Please tangle your fingers in my hair my dear, and I'll say everything that you're dying to hear.
Too many words create thoughts you will miss... But if you pick out the vowels... You'll see my abyss.
You put me on stage as your marionette with stringed limbs pulled at your desire... And I was complacent until the moment I realized... I never needed you as my fucking sire.
Like a loose thread on your favorite sweater you unraveled me. Nonchalantly picking, pulling, and tugging at me... Until I was left nothing but a tangled mess.
Just when I thought it was over... The undertow sucked me back in. So now I'll be dragged, jerked, and drowned... As punishment for another fucking sin.
Fragments of myself have been hovering, Suspended above me in my own abyss of isolation. And all this time I've been trying so hard to grab ahold of them, Repeatedly reaching out in acts of desperation. But every time I grasped to catch them... My own touch had just pushed them farther away.
The worst thing about a code blue... Is when the doctor finally throws in the towel... And you're left there looking at an empty body... Realizing there's nothing else anyone can ever do.