Intact

You’re always on top of everything
Wishing to be like me
That’s funny… I once wanted to
Be you

I’m a thousand miles behind
Hurting from a lack of compassion
I feel nothing and I am blind
Remembering what used to be passion

It’s November, much more later
All is dead, still
I’m beside myself
Grasp the pill

Floating between the bottle
And the feeling, it comes knocking
I’m itching, stop this struggle
I just want to entertain my dreaming

Fall deep down; shove the words back into my throat
Heart stitches tearing one by one
I grasp nothing; my breath comes to a halt
Feel the blade on your skin
Drawing, one by one, your sin
So you won’t forget them

If I killed you today
Will our love remain intact?

November 30th, 2008