You keep choking me. I'm like a smoker that just had their first cigarette, but as time goes by my body gets used to the burn.
Hardening my lungs until I can't feel it burn anymore, till I can't feel the pain of your love anymore.
Keep taking in more and more
Becoming more dependent on you as you slowly kill me.
I welcome it.
A willing participant in my own demise.
Im in love with what will be the death of me.
They say I should slow down, but I don't want to hold back I need more and more of you every time.
To take you in is pain but once I welcome you in you make me feel good. For that split second, you're my savior and not my torment.
And it keeps going on and on.
This cycle repeats.
The road to my slow death, but even on the day I finally die.
I take you between my lips, draw you in and exhale you as the last breath I take.
