the air tears at my skin
robbing my veins of the life
i had hoped to have.
you killed a part of me tonight

and left the frozen air to finish the job.
so now i realize
the cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes
and awkward frame was calling the shots...
and i was left depleted
grinning like a retard
who thought you were there
when you had retreated.
i'm slowing down into a shallow circle
while my heartbeat fills the gaps
between sporadic and failing gasps.
i'm face down in the mud
with eyes still bruised and purple
while my heartbeat fills the gaps
between sporadic and failing gasps.
i swear on my life
that if i could take this knife out of my back, i would
but between the loss of blood
and the loss of my trust in you,
i don't think it'd do any good.
if love existed it wouldn't be so soft and easy to ruin.