Hold me for a time, but it never lasts for my leave upon which sits my gun. I join the forces wanting, level with my despair and there I enter first. Compassion’s craven for nothing it returns, feeling strength lessened as love calls to a hollow heart. (It’s only the trust I notice, etched upon your sleeping face which moves me).
Are you listening, where the crows summon their larger demons, and vultures miss none of this idle cruelty we inflict upon each other. You, my paradigm of confidence what is possible to cheat such peace as I can bring this world, and so much more. (But for your tears I break, when everything I know comes crashing down).
These designs that craft our future, an Eden of calm and you were not there. Withdrawal has turned you away from the sight of its temptation, and not only our cost. Trained to kill, a breed of death you fling as some avenger….who would judge us equal but for you, every man an opportunist who obsesses with his own immortality? (But they who claim it can never be, not without you whom I covet).
Who could face themselves, if they were responsible for such misfortune? Desperately you fight for nothing, too distant to feel its force whilst you scream in your defiance. Would that I could touch you and also feel nothing, but for pride that keeps me away.
Not now that I’ve found a reason to be, though a lesser man without you. (You steal my soul, and for my barren all I know is silence).
Sighting love whom I cannot bear, or you when I shall become your next target. You are the moments I spend in the darkness, and the loneliness I must bear forever. Even so, I will still love you when you’ve gone.
