Scented Pain

Come down Until I have to rise above to smile Been there The ultimate dispute for us to share Somehow I realized the time was to beware Sell your soul As long as you can maintain your style Drifting Apart from everything that once was not Dead! This flaw of judgment remaining untrue Call again You look for me, but I still run from you Burning ash Builds conquered lungs in this embrace, so hot… Scented pain Is what I feel at night when I steal your breath, Do it now! And pretend another pleasure dressed as youth, Fading out… I turn night in day, and what I say in truth, All bled by now! That useless wrist may make you happy, but will not bring you death…