Little Things in Life

My Vow to Death

I fell in love with my flaws,

And it was death digging into me

With his sharp, feathered claws.

Everyday I sleep in his arms,

And his cold breath caresses me

Like faraway alarms.

I love it when my body twists,

As he digs into me, pulling in and out

In the streets, moonlit.

The chills slides through my body,

And a cold hand reaches for me

And my fear is suddenly sullied.

I sit by myself when he goes,

But he was never really here

If I was never in the know.

Being led around blindly,

I am only able to see in the dark

As we fight sound-lessly.

I'm lost in the pounding blood,

Hurt, broken, and losing feeling

As the walls crash from the flood.

He's bent his slave sore,

And I watched through glazed eyes,

As I'm pronounced a whore.

I'm addicted to this pain,

As it never leaves and never enters,

As long as I'm half sane.

I fell in love with my flaws,

An angel disguised as the devil

And now everyday I dance in his arms