Gangrenous

Our words will never change. Rewind the arguments and keep the frame. We've found a hidden vein. I'm sick of mining these messes we've made. We will not compromise. This is exactly how it came to life. I've said so many times, The more we twist it, the better the knife. This situation's stench, reeks of a gangrenous relationship. This mental necrosis, kills off memories we're wanting to live. Maybe I'll amputate, so that we have a chance to not decay. We'll have our better days. At least one of us has to make a change.