You get used to the nights alone,
the linear events of your life,
the gutwrenching feelings of rejection
and the cold release of the knife.
It pains you to know all hope is lost,
ripped from your chest, along with your heart.
Razor thin slices of regret,
predicitable issues from the start.
Slice my throat, rip into the wound,
devour my arms and legs just to start.
Murder me with your silent promises,
just take away the lust of my heart.
That final feeling long sought after,
that feeling of being in love delivered strong.
Delivered like an execution,
another relationship gone wrong.
You tell yourself this time will be different,
this time i will be saved.
Save your optimism for your funeral,
your pointless feelings engraved.
Slice my throat, rip into the wound,
devour my arms and legs just to start.
Murder me with your silent promises,
just take away the lust of my heart.
Bury yourself in your room,
bury yourself in a song,
bury yourself in your destructive life,
the pain is just far too long.
Lying kisses, false happiness,
in the pain of a misleading touch.
Imbedded loneliness everlasting,
the charade was just too much.
Slice my throat, rip into the wound,
cyanide kisses as i depart.
I hope your selfish desires were worth it,
death will release the lust of my heart. |
Submission Name: Lust of my heart
