Our Destruction
In the wake of destruction of us i cant seem to find the pieces through the rubble to make us whole again. We are dead set in a war zone and i forgot to bring my gas mask for the despair. Winding, twisting, burning that's all i know that we are good at anymore. Not enough cigarettes could make me forget the turmoil inside, its like a virus that is slowly decaying my heart. I don't know if its worth it anymore to stay sober, because i know if i do just like us i will crumble into nothingness. I wonder if losing me would even be a loss at this point. Your anger etches your words with poison and i think you forgot to make an antidote. So i'll let go and hope that's what you want because in the end i'm not who you want so i'll slowly disappear.