we're destined to kill eachother
every once in a while
after our times get long
one of us involuntarily lays down
die! (or bye, I choose the latter)
you say
when you penetrate my chest
you slide in my heart
like a xenomorph in reverse
and when I get to that doorstep
when I'm walking up that ladder
that millisecond
I'm washed clean with this intense feeling
which I would rather experience
but it won't let me
when I die in your arm
there's feelings I seek
forgotten things
my instincts sink
but I know it's deep in the smells, the sounds, the voices
but none of them make it what it is
cause it isn't
and it'll never be
instead,
I got tangible moments with you
slow dancing together drunk
your whole arm's in my back
making lines with a knife
and on my neck
why'd you did that?
I'll never know
we die to each other more and more
but there's always a story there
something soon nobody will remember
but that's neither here nor there
it's only my guts, that are spilled everywhere
it's like a dream
do you have those?
ones when you wake up you fallen in love
cause you only remember the face
and not what they did
waking up on a beach
after falling asleep with a toaster
and with my head in the sink
I guess our electric dreams
translate into getting a tan by the sea
before my last thought fried up
I see the grill marks on my chest
from the toaster
the cable you wrapped carefully
around the wais of my head
and you laid the hot part on my chest
now the burn marks
they bring my last thoughts
to your stretch marks
how I used to hold them
how I used to read them as If I were blind
and now look at me
my eyes popped out :/
I know couples tend to argue
but our squabbles tend to end
on the edge of a blade
between broken bottles,
broken skin, punctured muscles
memories spilling
sometimes I wonder if at least you remember
where we came from
should I be the one to know where we're going?
and I can't feel my face
but my muscles spasmed into a smile
as chipped teeth rain out from my mouth
as my nose inside forms
sunken cheeks falling jaw
but you always miss my eyes
is that so I can see it all?
before my face falls like a clay mask
there's times when I get the best of You
usually with a gun
unlike you I wouldn't like you to suffer
remember when I was the executioner,
and you were Joan of Arc?
When I was a saint
you boiled me in a pot
like a stray cat
just like what the poor people back then ate
you try to make me forget
so I won't remember what you've done to me
you try to cut from my endless stream of memories
but I wouldn't want to
loose any second I've spent with you
sometimes when I go you hold me in your arms
I must say that feels really nice
hehe
