The time of night, mid
   It was dark
          She was drunk
The ***** was cheap
   She'd fallen into a nightmare
            Of her own dreams
        And she was in way too deep
Death was at her doorstep
    And the promises she made
             She could no longer keep
   She weeped into the bottle
Then drank some more
       Time was of the essence
    Yet, the past came back to haunt her
            Just like before
      Too much to handle
For their sake
          She handles it everyday
     "Resilience" they say
  But she's a fake
          Weak and ashamed
     How did she get this way?
Those ghosts of memories that
          never faded away
  On that night
     She lost complete control
              And the roses
Were dead and rotting
          Just like her *soul

What would be the outcome of us?
If I broke your heart
And you broke mine?
Who's to say that everything will be fine?

I'm dying for approval in this empty auditorium
I'm dying for affection
In this rotting jail cell
I'm reaching for you when
I've already hit this brick wall

There's nothing left of me at all

take my heart
take my hand
take my life
from where i stand

take my home
take my car
take me away
so very far

take away my breath
take away my mind
take my spirit
make me blind

strip me down
to not even a body
leave me along
before i start rotting

were made up of so much
so many things combined
but what is it that makes us
really alive

Goodbye tastes like whiskey on a cold, lonely night
And my hands search the air for any sign of your love
But my heart is frostbitten from the cold shoulder you've been giving me

I try to tell myself that this is all just a bad dream
But my words won't register in my brain
Because my body is trying to tell me how badly it misses your touch

Sometimes I hold my breath and try to imagine what it feels like to be dead
But there's no use in pretending when my insides have been rotting since you said I would never be the one
And that phrase has danced around my thoughts every single day until I carved it into every inch of who I am
Because you were everything to me
And I've never felt more worthless than the ground you walked on until I saw how genuine your smile was with someone else

I can see the ***** glass that is sitting on my sill.
All its moulding contents, look dying, dead or ill.
And the grime along the edge,
Of which seems quite foisty
Seems to be crawling
Closer. Simply just to meet me.  

I can hear the cries of every rotting, little beastie.
Every shout, every whisper. All sung so sweetly.
And the pleas for a saviour
All of which are futile,
Seem to be crawling
Closer. Simply just to meet me.

I can smell the corpses of the dead, old and new.
Soon one day, those corpses could be either me or you.
Then we pray for a saviour,
As Death draws near and close, He
Seems to be crawling
Closer. Simply just to meet me.

I can feel the dust that covers my skin and my clothes.
Although it has not been long, my time is getting old.
As I begin to decay
And my mind is not my own. They
Seem to be crawling
Closer. Simply just to meet me.

I can taste the bitterness from that glass on my sill.
I was wrong, it’s not the contents, but I, who is ill.
Life goes and life comes but He
Remains. Death still walks the Earth.
As it seems to be crawling. Moving.
Surrounding me. Simply just to keep me.

Tiny pieces of you
Linger in my very being
Burning embers of brimstone
Sulfur fills each breath
I stop to smell the roses
They turn to ash at my touch
At you within me
Particles spread as I cough you up
Multiplying in the air
Dancing with joy
At their new-found freedom

Tiny pieces of you
Rotting my soul and consuming my spirit
Burning pinholes in my brain
Memories burned away
Shadow of pain still sore, still raw

Lingering, lingering, lingering