Synthesise To Fetishise

Only in seperate meanings am I allowed to talk. The rain keeps me. And here is my engine. There's no soul destroying story I have here to tell you. Even when my body falls apart. It either never happened or went as quick as flash. Excerpts in tonality, a formless icon to spread itself over you.

And here I am now. Lost in the daze of inseperable hours passing by to make the life I once had seem ideal. Only to skip forward to you and relinquish all control. If only what's around me made any sense. But I want to dissolve just so I can live within you. I'd pay for any crimes but I always live in fear of being maxed out. And then I could be burnt out.

Synthesise my feelings to fetishise pain. A new star in the sky. Sunrise in the sunset. Nothing will make sense. Other than your love.

The Triangle Closes In

I didn't think that talking causes something else. This whole triangle comes closing in. I picked you after all but still you feel that you're only a substitute. I should've known better than to talk but I thought it was okay given that we were friends after all. But I should have been more careful. Should have taken more consideration into what I do. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you angry.You should know that once I make a decision, I never look back.

Now all of this comes crashing down. The clichés are true and they crumble into dust. What's my life without you? I don't value it highly without you. Yes, words are cheap, and so am I. The fool in me wishes it never happened, the rest just wants to make it up to you. Every word I've said is true. I'd much rather live with my arms and tongue chopped off and my eyes gouged out than to live without you.

You're all I have. Please, don't leave me. It's unbearable and it's just going to get worse. And of course, no matter what I say or do, I will always love you. And if you want me gone, then I won't go from this alive.