I want to go to you
I don’t care if it is decadent
I will morph into night air
And you’ll breathe it in,knowing it’s malignant
But that’s alright,tonight we die together
Hand in unlovable hand
I want to visit the crevices of your self
Buried in deep
Mortal stagnation visits me in my sleep
There is nowhere else I want to be
And nobody else I want to see
But that’s alright,tonight we die together
Married in misery
Pieces of a broken man
Floats by your eyes in vain
Particles of torment
Make their way into your brain
I hear murmurs of sorrow seeking tenant in your self
And you can’t hide
Or even walk away
But that’s alright,tonight we die together
Buried in a graveyard, where beliefs decay
You can convince the world
That you’re some kind of poet
When an elaborate act of charade is what you are
But that’s alright
But that’s alright,tonight we die together