Skeletal

Cigarettes & death, empty threats. Wasted youth & late night bets. Bets you lose & the women you choose; to devour your soul while you try to prove. Something more, a late night whore. Never stopped creeping out that door. Shut doors, alone. Her lonely throne. As she slowly fades, into bone.

Passage

I don't think I could lose you,

So instead I try to bruise you...

I Can't Love You This Much

In spite of all these nights

I'd rather argue with you than be with someone else.

In spite of you and all your lies

I'd rather be with you than all alone and by myself.

Draught

With eyes so cold I never knew their colour,

And a heart so black it broke me.

Entangled arms through tripped upon nights,

It was only death that woke me.