You taste of cigarettes and my deepest regrets.
I fret for your life, but what is my reason?
You’re my drug, and that’s my act of treason.
I cannot fathom what I cannot feel.
Invincibly numb, the world is unreal.
Floating on a cloud of loud,
Below lie my morals- shattered on the ground.
The pills, the highs- they are your compromise.
For life dealt you a fair hand, but you didn’t understand
that love cannot be a casual one night stand.
You’ve thrown away happiness, not once, but thrice.
Willing away emotion, through your vice.
You cannot fathom what you cannot feel,
Which is why love and life to you are a done deal.
What is it to be loved? What is it to cry?
Nothing but weakness through your bloodshot eyes.
But tears are the sweat of an emotional upset.
Across the bridge that is our lips, lie the trails of the wet.
You still grasp my hips, your mind is set.
For pain and pleasure are all in the same, a twisted mind game.
I still care and you care not.
We burn and we writhe, for cold is hot.
Your heart is cold-mine is aflame.
What is not sought is not shame.
The joint is still hot, the question is not.
These unattached feelings are so desperately sought.
Let us untie that one last knot.
For you are to me what drugs are to you,
an escape from a world that has tried me too.