DONT WRITE THE WRONG SONG
dance with me, in agony
two black dragons that breath
infernal heat
our hearts bleed, internally, eternally
turbulently, you turn to me
i turn away. its a hurting game
that burns away the fear of shame
we learn our names, then forget our faces
displaced traces
of good graces
defaced in basements
enlaced with hatred
the greatest cases
of perpetual payment
I say its always the same shit
a wretched arrangement
where, regrettably, pain is
endlessly played with
two lovers, destined for death
driven insane by sex
wrecked by unrest
relentlessly stressed
by this irrelevant mess
we never make sense
and enjoy the moment
avoid destroyed poets