How much of your soul are you willing to lose
Flirting with the devil and the four horsemen of hell was never such a necessity
For there are two innocent souls stuck in this fortress of conflict
And I’m left to decifer these riddles streaming from your subconscience
You’re lost in the shadow of your past life, this cloud is all that remains

Build anew or we shall surely perish
This is why I must make this deal with the devil
To trade for the structure of a reasonable life
Alone is how it seems I must trek
With the weight of two on my shoulders, and their fates as well
To hold this burden I must leave my life behind
In the hands that forged my contract in the fires of hell

I await patiently your coup de grace that has been looming for far too long
Forgiveness has never sounded so absurd
No one can understand our indiscretions, or our choices

Heedless and headfirst we plunged
Though when I broke surface you were nowhere to be seen
Floating aimlessly through your puzzles crafted of words
Yet laced with the venom of your love
Intertwined so carelessly with mine
Only we shall judge the mechanics of our lives


So-called advocates want nothing more than death, destruction, and loss
No thoughts of mercy or betterment.
The Brutus of our modern day tragedy
And they show no mercy for these innocent souls
Only cares are for personal gain and shallow purposes

The moon, my only ally, shall lend me the power
To vanquish the abominable


Hard times require hard decisions, but the choice has never been easier
And your angry façade, at first glance, seems no more than a tool
To push me away, like unwanted rationalities

Will I ever be more than the easy decision?
The lesser of two evils?
The convenience factor?
Still your swelling regret pains me more
Than your whispered words in the dead of the night
And I’m waiting for you to come out of your cocoon
To see the creature that lies beneath
The moth or the butterfly
Pest, or beauty

And this confrontation looms over my head
Like a broken limb, waiting to fall
Yet we are shackled by these false pretenses and broken promises

The time is now, though it feels like never
And the excuses are outweighing your priorities
As this vodka dilutes my essence worse than your moral values
But my patience is running thinner than the blood that flows through my veins

Lost in this flurry of nausea and indecision