Too think of me, without you
is crazed && impossible
you pervade through my blood
and through to my temple
you are the pain seeping from within
pure blood dripping
caused by a blade so thin
your words are like crystals
capable of such truth && beauty
but yet so thick and hostel
strong but so broken
a truth of love so real
is a truth I wish to pursue
never give up on what I feel
I will not be demolished
even though you are the pain seeping from within
red liquid first blue
caused by a blade so thin
I cant think of me
cause’ to think of me without it
is crazed && impossible
it moves through my veins
and stands strict && memorable
it is the rapid pulse to keep me alive
the breath to fill my lungs
it is love to stable my pride
it’s not that I can’t stop it
but maybe its just I crave you
you are the beat in my solid chest
&& the light to shine the way
but still you are the pain seeping from with in
pure blood now poring
caused by so many blades so thin