the milk’s been left out again. and you made it my fault. even though i warned you. i did. i swear i did. my viens are settling into a coma. becoming everything they never were. i can’t stand this. i have to go back. there’s not an option here. not for me. because you’ve got hold of the riens now. i’m so pathetic here. if i could i'd dance along these currents. breathe in electricity and emanate light. from these fingertips. that used to trace your words and thumbs. now they send pulses of incandescence. golden cascades of energy. donations of myself. but i can't do any of that. not now at least. If I had my way I'd cut the calluses Off your breaking heart If I could get past the sternum Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you

anger is easily mistaken for affection. and actions are made in attempt to silence the hurt. dripping from every pore, each movement takes you further down. in each step. your skin is on fire. alight with power. fed by the envy and the greed of those around you. their lust. because you are a vice. not meant to be held. only touched. then released. and hopefully forgotten. retention of any sort... must be denied. you're not meant for this. you're a creature of a different level. don't sink below. at least not unless the effort's there. and we are in a standstill. beings of equal caliber. inventions of the dark. fallen. but shining. we'll lure each other out soon enough. but the question is who will fold first? if it takes away the pain it's all right we're livin' so hard you might not make it through the night follow the bright lights they might change you