when the past comes to haunt, what can you do but run?
can you sit, loving while knowing that her presence radiates bright in your memory? flushing that desire with alcoholic rage and sleep.
this is the pedestal placed we are the marked ones instantaneous breakdown knowing our shortcomings
why do you love her this way? and i am not breaking the spell overall don't ask how i am flourescently clairvoyant i just am
encircling fingers and wrists branding me yours false hopes yearn for absolution sinning through hate, asking for death, aware of my delusions, but still they will not break
i am alone in envy of all i have failed to become i am not her i am only the fire-born replacement