Bouquet - Counterparts

Disconnecting veins in an effort to release my tragedy

All that we leave behind is misery

And my disease is a sanctuary

A curse that unfolds like a novel

But I’d sooner slit my wrists with the first page

I find it hard to feel alive

While my heart beats in borrowed time

The cadence that I’ve kept confined

Existing only in the black behind my eyes

Not worthy of a memory

Deny all grief and force yourself to forget me

Don’t allow my ghost to linger any longer than it has

Let my spirit breathe, I’ve finally found peace

Allow me to exist only in the empty spaces between breaths

In the margin of each exhale that you’re sure that you have left

Be mindful of the way speaking my name could leave a poison on your lips

And the ache that binds your bones will be my parting gift

A grave unfit to bear the blame

Pale limbs like flowers to be tied in a bouquet

That the soil refused to cultivate

To be born, to live, to die, rotting away

There’s nothing to be done

I can’t be saved

I find it hard to feel alive

While my heart beats in borrowed time

The cadence that I’ve kept confined

Existing only in the black behind my eyes

Not worthy of a memory

Deny all grief and force yourself to forget me

Don’t allow my ghost to linger any longer than it has

Let my spirit breathe, I’ve finally found peace