Wednesday, July 13, 2016

35 & Desperate


Hope you're out of hope,
So that you'll burn out and stop.
Choke on all those words
That lay loose in your throat but get caught.

You're not the kind of girl that sits with no love,
You always dress to impress all of your suitors.
But they can't suit you, such lustful attitude,
You're alone, alone.

Hell seems easy
When you're near me
Hell seems easy
When there's no chase from desperation.

Set all your desires
Alight to watch moths lick the flame.
Laugh while lovers whisper:
"Bon sang ne saurait montir, traite".

Can't kick the habit of "why can't I have it?
After all, sex is just a physical thing."
You just can't manage collateral damage
You're alone, alone.

Hell seems easy
When you're near me
Hell seems easy
When there's no chase from desperation.

I just need
Time to see
All you'll be
Is alone.