• I'll follow the penetrated wrist of my first loves hands through the dark alleys, just to let you know im not an impressionist. Your fist full of anger, you tell me im not worth a single tread of humanity and should be left, abandoned with last seasons molded daiseys. Why should i be the one to rot and be cocooned by the flies. Honestly, sometimes i cant help but believe that the first person you look at and want to try, is the person you have to be with. What am i to do, i looked at you and seen my reason. You looked at me and only saw her once again. All i can do is grow fond of the smell of treason and rusted metal blades, bask in the bays of bugs. I have found myself the dictator of emotions, the queen of catacombs. If you only knew what i had to see. You have teetered to the direction of an angel and all i have to remember you is the fire and flames of that one moment we had when we first met. I wish you could just stay, but the flavor of my lips taste too much of a past mistake, and once more you will crumble into my arms pieces of her one and only true love.