the love of the abuse
my obsession of emotional misuse of
the joy we shared together
trapped in hell's ecstasy forever
the blood, the love were sacred
the anger, the jealousy were what wasted
something so pure, so good
and if i could, i would
tear open time at the seams
and sew out all the bad things
i'll miss your eyes, nose, mouth
and all the silly things we used to talk about
how am i supposed to live without
my darkness, my darling
but am i supposed to keep falling
dying and waiting for something that isn't coming
in the end we end up loving
the misery instead of the beauty
we shared now lost forever
