Oct
27
a haunting

the room’s a dark shade of red where the passion still lingers
but those eyes – i become devoured by worms as you smile at my grave
with the day, you long for a face of eyes that speak truth
the moment you’ll look at someone ever so passionately and how you’ll cry with words you can’t seem to understand

i’ll bend and break just like you taught me, i’ll float higher and higher
scream at you to follow me, yet watch you crawl in defeat behind me
while your fingers bleed and how red becomes murder instead of passion and fire
the flames thrive higher and higher

your doom and gloom, my dear
the magic will taste like you
as the clear sky brings truth while i pull each tooth
one by one we go, i’m finally with the flow
tell me now, do you like my show?