An unforgetting Wensday thrusting it's remembrance into my already claustrophobic head aches

A bloodless reality of a bitter sweet romance
Of a sorrowful guilt that has weighed down my profane heart

Weeping out of the darkness I've begun to lose all hope in myself
Your dreamy existence of a lipstick tragedy embraces all, but conquers none

Was it I who brought this on myself?
This migraine of butterflies has dripped the most evil of all intoxications

A morphine illusion, bringing down those orange clouds, but never lifting this emptiness
Weakness was never my best interest

But who am I to say that I was never weak?
A regretless spirit wallows within your own pride, has it fed enough?

Protector of my heart lay down your weapon and welcome this new hurt
For this has only just begun the beginning of a new war

A tattered remembrance of your once so beautiful face
I vaguely recall a promise to your screaming heart and a compromise for mine

And so I've washed away my silken smile and drowned it in a miserable complextion
My kisses aren't that special if your lost within this hierarchy

Disposable hearts and plastic veins; all that's left of me is wounded
So kiss the fragile wings you've slain with secret whispers and perfumed secrets

For all is lost when, at last, there is no hope
And envy is my only savior



For my love, unknowing to the pain you've caused.