I'm growing partial to detesting a disease in me.. It's head swells into beautiful. Dependency.. With teeth that feed on flesh and everything.. I swear I am not..
These words are a weapon for the ones in pain. A fair fight for the children of a lesser name. We are the war against the sick and fatal fall of man. A hollow tip to the notion of a Godless stand.
I've never been the type. To turn my back and run. It's never appealed to me. To be the same as everyone. When it comes to shove and I can't see you. Through the black.
I don't belong here. I never saw this on the path I walk. The blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor. It's getting so hard. I never saw the backlash when the tide began to rise.
I hold you in like a deep breath.. Feel you like the last beautiful touch before a final rest.. I know I'll see you forever.. I want it painted black and red..