Take my heart while it’s still beating
I’ll place it with my shaking hand
Into your palms, still warm, still wet
(Still shivering) It can be your brand
Mine is your name inscribed on my mind, it's grand,
My eyes begin to fill with tears
That make their way down to my heart.
It is raining in my lungs,
As I begin to fall apart
From gentle touches that paint me like fine art
in my bedroom.
I weep for the lonely world
That I have long since left behind
But still with me is my love
My body, soul, and reckless mind:
The same mind that betrays me when told I’m kind,
lies to me.
And so when I begin to cry
Give me a moment to believe
That I am still good when I die,
That even when I can’t relieve
The sheer pain and burning agony– I heave
my stomach’s contents.
The real villain’s the one who feels
And hurts in the name of glory.
The one who empathises
With the good the bad and gory.
Still inflicts pain– Alas, in my own story,
I’m the villain.
Oft my words fall flat on paper.
A question I’m too scared to ask
Remains unspoken, unwritten;
The face I wear under the mask
Is for you and you alone, because my task
is to be yours.
Leaving left me in the bathtub
Saltwater drying on my cheeks
Lines of evidence of sorrow
Forking, dripping, narrow streaks.
Anguish: the new teen angst– havoc: the new bleak
so go easy on me.
What should have been harmless crushes
Became falling hard enough
To topple from the rooftop
Of a burning building– scuff
Both of my knees, I’m bleeding– rough
and so in love.
This is not a fall from grace
It's walking into the pit
Of eternal damnation
With eyes wide open– commit
A loving suicide, embrace me, admit
that I’m better gone.
My feet plant firmly on the steps
As I walk to’rd the abyss
There is no evidence of doubt
No hesitation to be missed
As I move closer to my doom, the soft kiss
of death engulfs me.