To Impede the healing process
Pride worn poorly, around her neck
Her lips taste of better days
Her lips taste of sin
“Just hang on,” she said
This hate and hurt a noose
Ever tighter it coils
Around her hope
Around her heart
A single locust in the plague
Does her part, takes pride in her work
While the night blesses those ideas
The day abhors
Cut and paste her broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
Swallowed by the night
By a thread she hangs
Cut and paste her broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
Used bodies using bodies
Breathing their last breaths
Alcohol erodes regret
She's heaven sent but hell-bent
Cut and paste her broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
Heavy, her eyes are heavy with hate
There will be blood, there always is
She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers: “there will be blood”
She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers: “there will be blood”
Swallowed by the night
To impede the healing process
No heart left unscathed
To impede the healing process
No heart left unscathed
"Cutting Heartstrings"
Cowards and whores swallow of love’s need
These days pass so quickly, aw these nights, you know, last so long
This too, this too shall pass, but it will, it’ll leave its mark
Cut her heartstrings
Fall into the abyss
Lovelorn, love-worn
Cut my heartstrings
Save me from
Myself
She can have this love; I will keep this hate
She can have this love; I’ll keep my hate
Waiting for the words to come
Searching for any meaning
Her wrists are aching
The pills are pleading
Her body’s begging
For this abuse
Her
Heart
Is
A rape scene
Her
Heart
Is
A rape scene
My heart is…
My heart is…
My heart is…
A rape scene
Excise caring like it’s cancer
Detuned, broken, cut her heart strings; she can’t hear the music
Cut her heart strings
She can’t hear the music
Detuned, broken, cut her heart strings; she can’t hear the music
Cut her heart strings
She can’t hear the music… anymore
[erosion]
"The Last Stand of the Hopeless Romantic"
Distance makes hearts atrophy and they die
They die
Choke it down, makes her better, makes her worse
Makes me worse
I would rather the world end than our love, than our love
Can’t stop shaking
Can’t stop taking
This solace turned so low
I would rather the world end
I would rather the world end than our love
Love
The mournings are the worst, waiting for the pills to dull her hate, round her broken thoughts
This is her heart’s last stand
This is her heart’s last stand
This is her heart’s last stand
This is her heart’s last stand... and fall
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