I always fall,
fall so hard,
letting my fragile heart get torn to pieces,
deluded by my need for love.
I long for the cool embrace of death,
taking me away on sweet-numbing bliss,
so I won’t have to feel anymore,
feel the cold blade of loves betrayal.
How weak am I,
wishing for death,
my most elusive lover,
for death is eternal.
Love is so cruel,
mocking my insecurities,
breaking me time and time again,
damning me to this living hell.
Death is salvation,
for living is hell on earth.
My spirit destroyed,
my mind shattered,
so utterly damaged.
I call out to the darkness,
my only friend,
cradling me close,
my only serenity.
Why do I fall,
fall so far from heaven?
My heart so beaten,
forever bruised,
yearning for love.
This need for love,
is slowly killing me,
so softly I die,
a flower withering,
petals decaying,
my imperfect soul fading,
fading away…

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