skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains move in my path the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth My veins are anchored in this city - I am defeated by this lack of conviction I am crushed - by 800 miles - eyes widened in self loathing when the fucking dirt proves stronger than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had so what is left in life - but my destruction? why do my lungs still gasp - when I no longer breathe for you? where is the truth in my existence - when I have been cut off from your tender fingertips - all that I've known falls down around me every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you taking me back a year my life crawls on without you - amongst the endless snowing sheets disheartening moments of salvation come to me only when I am asleep I no longer stomach the denial - hiding the weakness of my being. the day to day has been a slow blur since you left only (your) forgiveness sets me free free the bridges - collapsing - hillsides are growing fast the pavement - is shifting - quicksand controls my will I question life and its true meaning I am defeated by this feebleness of will frenzied thoughts arrest my mind as I descend towards my eminent destruction the only thing I can rely on - when I lie even to myself skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains are closing in my path the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth My veins are anchored in this city I am defeated by this lack of conviction am i already dead? I proceed hollow - unloved I am our burnt out memory - self muutilation is my mainstay tear me away - from the pictures of your face pry my eyes from your written word tear me away - from the bondage of regret convince me that I am alive this is the end - the end of everything all I held dear - has slipped from my grasp this is the end - the end of everything all whom I've loved - are fucking memories this is the end - the end of everything as I am ripe - for this demise this is the end - this is the end of everything I kneel - godless and beaten I long for moments when my eyes aren't blinded by emptiness.
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