If my tragedy's a joke
It must be a joke well told
If the ivy sprawling my walls is poisonous
I'll extract every ounce of it from your veins
Even if it means injecting it into my veins
A lover, a fool
Lost in the threads of love
Allowing the fragrance to suffocate my sanity out of me
Oh, I feel insane
Like every cognitive brain
How tempting it is to surrender oneself to one's mind
No kiss, no soft blankets save me
I must leave
To save you from my poisonous cells
It's too far gone, it always feel like
I dream of sanity they call unattainable
Why did I lose my mind?
False hope, false hope it is
To dream of you in our suffocating home
Oh, love kills
When it exceeds hearts
This poetry is filled with guilt, guilt that exceeds the limits and makes you think that, oh, if the only way to recover what I've broken is by breaking myself so I shall, so I must. And then you realize that the basis of all your guilt is love.