Ever Ending.

Even when you think things are goin’ alright.
Always listen to that voice inside,
She gives you forewarning of her sight.
Although to your dislike the outcome may be,
Your losses you should cut earlier in the day.
Preventative measures always go a long way
To preserve all the innocence in hope that remains.

Decaying Infliction

Turning bitter, turning green.
Smell the bile through her nostrils
Upchuck the contents of her insides.
Nicotine, Nicotine and wine.

She will go on peeling, picking at herself.
Go on peeling these freshly sealed cuts.
If only he knew how confined his vision of absorbance is.
Selective hearing is only an advantage when someone is tuning the negatives out.
He is living the meaningless life of satisfying everyone else, just for this quick moment,
Rather than picking himself up, and creating self worth.

No one's perfect,
You find perfection within someone,
When the puzzle piece fits within each others desires and persona.

She do not strive with this death.
She learns.
Go on peeling, peeling this rotting infliction.
This is where I stand. I acknowledge where you do.
And I'm not sorry for wanting more, cause I know he is capable.
But I can't watch him waste away, not anymore.
Here is where I close the door.