Trimmed

Embedded in your soul I can see it rip through your flesh the damn corruption viral in you. I wish I didn't understand this disease and that you didn't feel it either. Passion, Pleasure and love all mixed up and with the fakes added like spice. In your sad curved life what kind of happiness do you get when there's nothing there left for you? Inside my chest while I stare at you I can feel my heartbeat and my lungs battling it through to keep me alive.. I'm sick of you watching me die as the day goes by.. Black and purple nails is what you posses and they begin to shatter.. What am I supposed to do..? While my nerves overreact and my hands shake.. I can't hold your life anymore and its slipping through, shining blue essence of life is now wasted.. And let it turn to smoke when it touches the filthy ground... and there's where your life goes. Right into the air where God devours you whole.