Demonology and Heartache

So unaffectionate, so insecure
You claim to know a thing or two about heartache
And what it's like to have your insides torn out
And I believe you
I see it every time your pallbearer's pallor is obscured
By the darkness dancing across your face
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain

I know what it's like when memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
And photo albums are the books of the dead
I need no reminders
No more reminders
I'll forget the past and lay it to rest

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
I'm holding your heart in my hands
The reason it still beats

Am I being too cryptic?
Am I being too obscure?
Love kills
Romance is dead
And I don't even trust myself
But I love you
And you can pull my wings apart
And pin me down under glass
Until the end of days
If it can help you discover that we share the same pain
I just hope you write your thesis before your subject is dead
No life after death