Hacksaw To The Throat Breaking Point
Bruised and calloused,
left for dead but still holding onto the silhouette of a
perfect smile
Dragging my heels in the perfection I can't be a part of
looking to the eyes to see the future I wish would come
The past I know is fantasy,
the way I need it to have been.
Forcing my memories to conform to my weakness.
Looking into her eyes the beauty consumes me,
but infinite hunger still devours my mind.
As I'm left with nothing to believe,
I fall endlessly from grace.
All I am is empty,
and the cause is the look on her face.
I look to her to find what I wish existed in me.
Again paralyzed by the dark.
Alone for eternity.
My infatuation can never release me.
