One sees the moon, shedding a tear they must,
Another sees her and gets blind in lust.

We met on the axis of two different parallels
a paradox too taboo to be whispered
gone in a blink of an eye
and yet exist in a sea of desperation

You were gone in the next exhale
and I too follow suit
unacknowlegding of the fact
that we both wear the same existance

Do you remember that story?
how prometheus got chained,
his liver pecked every dawn
because he showed kindness?

We both atone for sins not of our own
but would glady drown in our exile
because it was better than the stale pit
those people call life

This were the worlds we condemned
ourself to be with
two people, who knows
but is bound by our vow to be blind

Winter in my home was always beautiful
how pristine the snow is
until you dig up the corpse
under our fingernails

Just like the summer in your home
where the plants are growing
from the river of blood
that run beneath

You are soot stained, cold eyes
but your hands are warm

They were always warm,
and i wonder if it was because
of the blood that stained your hands

You use your spine as a spear
I use my ribcage as a shield
those tear tracks have died
and there is both spite in our eyes

We never touched, except for that first time
never shared anything except understanding
i do not know your story,
nor do you know mine

but it was more than enough

We both met at the axis of a parallel
created out of the resonance
of the guilt and the war and
everything in between
and we met with a touch of kindness

We never was and I don't want to start now
Knowing you are fine is more than enough for me
Please stay behind closed doors,
the safe zone that I know...

I wish you well but i'm not ready to begin,--
I will never be ready...

She called me up and said you want to say hi
I said okay but deep down I didn't
Now it's a week over and I'm in that time,
when I seem to meet you everywhere,
...a familiar face

It's just a time I know it will through
But I do wonder,...
do you still remember me so?  ...

Time has changed,
your endeavours went well
As it has always been,...
And me here,
stay sitting on the fence,
overlooking your grass...

I would of written you a love song.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together L-O-V-E into a comprehensible phrase then I would of written you a love song.
I never could of opened my mouth to sing it for I have no flow… But I would of written it anyway.
I would of written it for you.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together any sentence, any set of words that could explain the way I feel then I would of written you a love song.
Perhaps it would never have been angry or passionate or inspired you to feel anything.
There is a very high chance that it would of never made me feel the way that love songs are generally meant to.
But I would of written it anyway.
I want you to know that I hope that someday someone writes you a love song, and it is not about awkward first kisses on braces or teenage boys with no sense.
I hope that someone writes you a love song and that someone is the someone that I could never be.
The someone you would of never been for me.
Because you can love your best friend in a million ways and one.
But you cannot write a love song for somewhere your love does not belong.
But I want you to know, I would of written you a love song if I knew how, if I could of felt that way then I would of chosen you.
I would of written you a love song.
I would of written it about long brown hair that never changes and blue eyes that stand out like the sea,
I wish I could of written you a love song but you don’t belong to me.
If I could of rearranged the world and chosen each tiny magnificent part then there is not a fragment of you that I would change,
If I could of written you a love song then I would of told you that there’s not a part of you that I would rearrange.
And if I could of…
If I would of…
Written you a love song then it would of been beautiful.
It would of been beautifully strange.
It would of been a hundred things that I’ll never truly know.
Because I would of written you a love song, but I don’t know how.
I hope someone writes you words that bring tears to your eyes.
I hope someone writes you a song and they open their mouth to sing and that melody is sweet.
I think that to anyone else this would all seem quite strange but you will understand these words for everything they mean.
I would of written you a love song.
Instead I wrote you this, because there are a thousand lifetimes and in none of them do we ever make it to a third kiss.

Just a gang, a club, I guess,
Where subjects like war and cheese and mess,
Are passed around the room like a bottle of red.
A platonic marriage but sort of unsaid.
Walk in with a bottle, and a story and a sigh,
And leave with a plan and a slightly slurred 'goodbye!'

When you've cried so much you've that ache in your teeth,
It's ears and cheers and arms to sit 'neath.
To laugh so hard and feel so full of us,
What a gang we are, worth the stupid bus.

We can be each other's heroes, isn't that ****** nice?
To be in love forever, in a messed up paradise.
Yeah we're a gang alright, and a party we can throw,
Just as soon as Christmas ends, or dr who, ya know.