You're beautiful
And my heart and soul have become nothing but a festering wasteland
Rotting away, turned rancid in the sun
This pitiful, cowardly heart cries itself to sleep
Fear in the longing, terror in the having, questions everywhere in between
Look at me
Whiskey soaked and teary eyed
Yelling at the mirror
Hatred pouring from my eyes into that glass they meet my own
Pure contempt and loathing hid within this mirror mask
And all the while your memory fades
The light plays tricks with your silhouette
And the last stars fade to an empty night
And there isn't a breath left of you or I
Not a trace to be found
Among the burnt out wasteland
Where once the grass was green
Imperfect
As though you could expect less
Nothing less than nothing good at all
Still you claim theres something there
A spark of light
In a hollow tomb
Whitewashed to bear beauty
While on the inside rot
Where does it come from
This clouded head of emotion you never knew
This writhing, dripping hatred and contempt
Like venom from a serpents fangs
I sink into my own neck
Turning myself into one of them
That I swore I never would become
And if the blood would only stop then perhaps I could wake
But for now this nightmare dream
This sad, pathetic montage I have called a life
This abhoration of hesitation
My Lord! Just let it die!
