Wanting is the disease I was afflicted with
Giving up is the cure that will heal me and kill me all at once
You can’t expect to sleep with the devil and not get burnt a little
And for some time my comfort was in hell
With You
Now I am scorched, and being burnt never felt so good.
Going to the dark side was the temptation
It was delicious torture and I loved every minute of it.
Never could something be so bad for someone and so good at the same time.
So I revelled in it
I let myself lay comfortably with you in this darkness
Shut the light out;
The light which is laced with truth
In the hell I go to with you the lies we tell ourselves to feel better become the only truths.
Now that I’ve left the hell the burns still sting me
The scars are all over me; the burns remind all of me what you once were to me
Burnt are my eyes;
Cause I still see your face
Charred is my skin
Cause I still feel your touch
Scalded are my lips
Cause I remember your kiss
Blistered are my ears
Because your voice permeates around me
Scorched is my heart;
It beats and burns….each beat says your name…each beat burns more and more
All that’s left now is residue.
Remainders of what once was; our hell
We walk around burnt, scarred from what we wanted but didn’t need
You can’t see the scars but we feel them,
Every time we look at one another.
Somehow forgetting hurts more than remembering;
Walking away from the fire that engulfs our hell, we stop.
*this one is from a good while back. Found it while combing through all the stuff I did and am currently doing.*
