The weight of the inky blackness
Pushes down with such oppressive totality
It seems, no light, ever again...
The soul yard of failure, love’s carrion
I want you to hurt, I want you to drown in here with me
Yoked to this sadness, here in this place
You created for me, this preternatural hell
Lined with all my low self-worth and pallid dignity
I want you to hurt, I want to watch you devoured
All consumed and desperate
Weak and trying to trade your soul
For another Yesterday,
just like me...
