My Cyanide Catharsis

This scalpel makes a map across my back.

Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips.

There's no saving us tonight.

Our pulse will flutter like a dial tone.

As you touch my hand for one last time, the car engine hums us to sleep.

The lies.

Your subtle teeth.

Tonight is the rest of our lives.

A carbon monoxide lullaby.

Evacuate.

Abandon this breath.

Pull myself apart.

Just to feel something real.

I close my eyes i turn my back for one last time.

I hold my breath i fall alseep inside your arms.

I close my eyes i turn my back for one last time.

I hold my breath i fall alseep inside your arms.

Your eyes reflect my regrets.

All the feelings you cant afford and the ones i cant control have collided.

Now i'm a mess.

I've tried my best to hide it.

Now it's obvious.

I wear it in these wounds that never heal.

There's no saving us tonight