End Love.
The love to end all love.
Caught in a distant silence from the lowest of lows by a vagrant above.
The sky even leans for these questionable things to find mercy and grace in the spaces between.
The spaces replace even the bitterest of tastes but can’t escape the saliva you’ve spit in its face.
Pretend you can love without him.
I’m sick in bed with you running through my head like the headache grew feet and stomped on repeat.
Your feet match the ground with this ache and the pound without making a sound you’ll be the death of me.
It’s all about me being all about you but you just can’t see it through all the dust in the truth.
But don’t run, because I’ve got this love to end all love that you can’t have unless you push and I shove.
If you can’t fight for me at least fight with me, fight for something, fight against nothing and the perpetual breathing.
A sensual stir turns to nocturnal displeasing.
Displeased and now lonely, the road’s for the loathing, you’re silence in pen seels my veins ya I’m leaving.
