So now thay my face is engulfed in the floor, your clenched fist wedged in the fissures of my heart, have you had enough?
Or must I clamber around some more; grovel a little at my own expense? Oh because, you need to treat me like a cold-blooded whore?
Scald and torch my light at the end of the tunnel to wasted dust, knock me down once more. Is that what you're searching for?
Because I've been cleaved in two before, and heaved aside like the filth you delight in thrusting at my face.
Or swindled like all the words you hiss into my ear, till all my love is wholly erased.
Does it fulfill some twisted, perverse mind-trip of your to have my iron-will quivering lifelessly by your own two hands?
A scheme, the last man stands?
Yet I won't caper along, loving you into annihilation, as you loathe the grin in my sweet embrace.
So scrape that smirk right off your face.
-I've learned true contentment only exists in your memories, nothing is as good as you remember and life never can keep up to pace-
I'll burn you and these misused memories to the floor, you hate me when I'm all around and cherish it when I'm falling down.
Go ahead, hate me, I can't be broken.
One day I'll have had enough, walk right out your door, and leave you frozen.
And then you'll see, you've needed me all along, like a bittersweet song.
I've always known, loving you is so wrong.