Your like blood to my savage soul
the only hysteria that makes me high
the hatred that the agony of
symmetry to the unlikely witness that have
enabled all our senses to the fake world of imagery
When we can choke on our hearts
swollowing our tears to only be left counting the years.
because your the only one left here
with the note I laid at your wrist today
slicing the last thread of hope I had
to love you anyways
you make my laugh genuine
and my life worth loving
but with out the blood to the fragile connection to the
source of creation I have no hope
to this frail imitation
so wont you take my seed
and encourage it to grow
give me a reason to keep on living
Because if you don't
Id have to say
that you were the one that helped throw me away.
