Desperation - Darke Complex

Get out

I can still taste your skin

It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it

Hedonist, with your legs open

The better to incite a foreign sin with

Why try

I’m so broken and sick

Optimism is a euphemism for delusion

When all is said and over with

You’re desperate for attention

Sanity is slowly slipping

I can’t live this way

I would rather constantly convince myself that I’m alright

I swallow you down in a bottomless glass

I can stop when I want;

I just want this to last

Disillusion myself so we don’t have a past

Sew our limbs together so we’ll stay attached

I’m impressed by your feigned affection

Insincere repentance

Ignorant intentions

But something inside me finds a way to think that you’re not wrong

Our makeshift mends are delicate and we know we don’t belong

I’m still here, against my will, should’ve folded so long ago

Deception lies in your lion’s teeth that grab me by the throat

Words fall off my tongue

But my mouth stays closed

And I’ll stitch it shut

So no one knows

Get out

I can still taste your skin

It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it

Hedonist, with your legs open

The better to incite a foreign sin with

Why try

I’m still broken and sick

Pessimism is the only reasonable conviction

When all is said and over with, I’m desperate for this fiction

I’m pathetic

You’re synthetic

My metathetic rhetoric is cynical and lyrical

Cyclical and personal

I’m such a fool for you

Words fall off my tongue

But my mouth stays closed

And I’ll stitch it shut

So no one knows