The story of my life

You were the salt that lost its flavor

If the love we had, was a disease
Then I must’ve been diabetic and
A hospital is my perfect home to learn how to be patient

We remember everything; the kisses, the hugs,
A love bite on my neck,

And all the fight nights that completed the proverb:
“No pain, no gain”

Since the beginning of the end
There has been a complete shutdown in my heart,
Imagine...the feeling of having to carry a grave
Inside,

Spitting ghostly saliva like embalmment fluid,

Armageddon begins inside and as I wait for
Christ, I’ve to die in your arms but,
Your arms have become just a mirage.

The temple of my body, well crafted
But, when the disaster came...Pompeii became the story of my life
I wonder whether the craftiness wasn’t perfect
Or, disasters aren’t discriminatory?

Give me a good reason not to tore out my heart
Since history is no longer historical, but slowly
Becoming the present and I wonder what
Happens if it becomes futuristic?

A robot heart will be the steel resting inside
And as they may name me terminator;

I’ll speak, “astalavista babe!”
And move on.

If I should be honest, I’ll make myself cry
Because honesty is as lonely as I am...
We all know that my heart’s still hanging on you
But whenever the call goes through,
You hang up.

I feel the cold inside, and the color red,
Is all I see...I guess you made me cold blooded

The cologne on your temple which wasn’t mine
Gave me flue like a bird, and believe you me
I had fallen for you, but mother taught me
How to fly

So, I can just wave my hand though,
It isn’t a goodbye.

Where could you’ve disappeared to?
Your mutant ability has left me ambushed
If you going to hell, just drag me

The fire will not kill me instantly, for I’m cold

If you going to come back, then
Patience will become my reward but one thing I know is;

Death isn’t an option.

@Da_Scripta