thisisallwrong

( sick) emo to boot but fuck it. . .


saunders avenue

give me your hand
and you can pull me up
from drowning in these sorrows
and when i'm safely looking
down the barrel of a gun
i can make you scream
three words of passion
(not ever again)

with this knife in hand
i can make your throat
pour out compassion
until your gasping stops
and i can walk a way
with my love stained hands
(not ever again)

this never ending cycle
burned into my eyes
i can scream
but nobody can hear me
and it's such a shame
to keep myself in a murderous solitude

with a short drop
and a quick stop
choking on the confusion
that is my love for you
if these spasms can show
my heresy as i pant
three words of hatred
(not ever again)