You've always been a knife pierced through my heart. Punctured on the centre while I'm still breathing so deep, so hard.
The melancholy of the aesthetic just seems so significant in a sense of satisfactory and woe. It's painful to have you here inside me, but you know I can endure.
The pain that slowly kills me is the proof of my existence. As long as hurt takes over, I know I'm still alive.
Even if they want you out, even if they say I can survive. I can't last without you. I'd rather die slowly in pain without the thing they call mercy, than live this lifetime without the sensation only your presence can provide.
All those venality, turns up to kill. While you are one of those vices I'm addicted into.
You are my drug. You are my cure..
The covenant execution with you, or abruptly die hard without you is zany. Still, as you pull the knife out of me, my blood will find its way.
This heart? It'll stop. Fast.
"The hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.."
- Miserable at Best
