Watch me steal a kiss, her eyes piercing my soul like daggers
Thanking god I’ll walk, on her mangled veins to say “I love you.”
Does she think I’m weird? Speaking untamed words about her body
She’s my god
An angel
Keying characters again, whats her name?
Isabelle? or Jezebel?
It’s lost in my afterthoughts
I’m in ruins again
I’m over here and over there
I hear the light in the night again
Off to blow some steam, make believing about my power
I feel I’m growing thin, disconnected fear of this fight I’m losing
Maybe I’ll convert, so I can finally see whats above my basement
The thought of hurting her, gives me chills but ease my worries
Because shes my god
An angel
But there have been Saturdays
When I watch the pretty women
Alon on Saturdays
In awe of pretty women
Falling, climbing, and kissing pretty women
Slash the bitch’s throat, and she’ll sing to you in isolation
I can’t stay myself, my eyes are red and I’m speaking poison
Will she reach out to me? In a purple hand thats always open?
And take me from my room, and help me socialize with busy people
She’s my god
An angel
Some people eyes flicker at me, I often feel so sorry
I’ll stay away, stand on my roof and the moon will say,
“The light is shining for you, can’t you hear it?”
“The doors are laughing at you, don’t get tempted!”
