TheAntichrist

Why must I tell you Your most romantic trait, Does my love for you not validate The tempest of our fate As the grains do fall one by one, And the hands do softly sound In sequences short but done In thou are the vision to my grave will make For if my love be so trivial, Then to the fires I do condemn my fate Now thine essence is my life For in essence I do devout And in romance I do give out Even with thine blemished breath And hotwaxed flesh I always do adore thee And detest all but the rest And in the red garden The withered rose doth grow, Riding the harsh wind Of dieing withering flow So in those curdled locks take

We're something special, We're something right, When my sleep is ended by the light pouring through the window to find me on the couch I turn to pick up the phone and call. I'm haunted, by all the things we never bothered to say. I believe that what you do is for the good of everyone, everyone except for me. I wish you would've listened, I wish I would've spoken. Now I'm not waiting, not waiting for the end of it all. I know what we are, I knew it before you did, still I'm the one who's stupid. The light still pouring in as I race on my way to see you. And as you come slowly into view, I hang onto the world like I always