Breath

The Forth Party

There is always a sudden urge
Swelling intensely, to become a nasty bruise
It's the wicked thought
The addiction to become
The monster I once used to be
In all honesty,
It seems a good alternative to the world I live in now...
Seeing how their eyes burn holes in my back
They all want me
Nobody needs me
It's a desire for lust
In this world
The face is more worthy than the soul
This lust grows in the Devil's around me
To simply eradicate the morsels of humanity left in me

This is the First Party.

There are ones
Who settle for the stories blended by the despairs of the broken
They live in excitement for mayhem
The encounters that stick out like a sour thumb
Gives them more reason to shout and shriek in pleasure
An Insatiable Pleasure it is indeed.
The hunger for pain, adventure, despair, heartbreak, tragedy

This is the Second Party.

People who heard of me you
Stories and tales talked by the ones who were once Mine
The one's that were once Yours.
They fuel their rivalry by spreading their rumours and lies
All whilst letting out the second ear
Our cries for peace
They breathe with lungs made to live on smoke
They breathe and breathe
Until they are consumed by the fires they set themselves

This is the Third Party.

The Fourth Party, however
Is different
It cannot consist of more than two
Who truly see Me for me
And You for you
We all have a Fourth Party
If they, the other parties
Wish to know you
Tell them to run to the fourth
They are not more than an enchantment
A beautifying element to one's whole existence
As you and I do the same for theirs
They are the bloodless family
As they know you behind your mask

And if You Have Heard of Me, Then You Must Have Heard of Them