My Life's Pleasures

Madame Death Laced With Nature's Breath.

There's no feeling to be compared with that of which there's someone you absolutely cannot have. 

An empty, aching feeling, a hollow darkness you can't describe.

Without that need, you feel as though you're barely alive. 

To others it doesn't matter, you're feelings aren't a priority.

No one will care about them as much as you, your love has seniority.

However the seconds party doesn't notice what they've done to you. 

No matter how hard you proved to stay true.

How their recklessness tears you up inside.

When all you want is to runaway with them and hide.

But you can't, you certainly couldn't, or could you sacrifice your pride?

You think yes, for them you can do anything, but are you willing to die?

I am, I am willing to die for you. 

But would you die for me too? 

I want you forever until the end of time.

Will you want me like I want you?

Your actions now provoke my doubt.

You do things I'll never know about.

I feel this isn't right but I can't help myself.

It was to you that I promised forever. 

I can't break that now. 

It no longer matters how bad it hurts. 

I've tried walking away; it only gets worse.

So I'll stay here until I die because that's what I swore. 

Nothing matters except making you happy anymore.

Why is it we always hurt the ones we love? 

As life is starting another game of push and shove.

I just want to fly peacefully away like a dove.

Where are you going to wind up when all this fails?

The stress has got you needing to fix, you want to fix everything.

Your life, the person, the world, but can you fix yourself once it's all over?

Those feelings will likely never go away.

Deep in your heart they will always stay. 

You can be tough, you can be strong, but it won't last long.

What was it that went so wrong?

I've felt this way before, an obsession with depression. 

It hurts me deeply when we have meaningless conversation.

Devotion, I put into you, it's drained all of my emotion.

Destruction of myself, my payment for us not working out. 

One day the papers' headlines will tell what this tale's about.

When my blood soaks the floor of this cold, old house. 

I still don't know if you know how much I'd do for you.

I just want you to know the fucking truth.

But if you don't I've got nothing left to prove.

Not a damned thing left to lose.

I just wanted you to know how much I love you. 

What the Hell will it take for me to show you this and make you understand? 

Maybe you never will. To you...

It wouldn't matter if I killed.

It wouldn't phase you if I died.

It wouldn't make a difference if I were yours or not. 

If this is true, I apologize, but I don't want to live with this pain. 

Not anymore, when it's all for nothing.