Hate Floods Slow

There is no “god" in your loneliness
There is no pain in your forgiveness
When the roses bloom in mid-June
Will they pucker with the decaying of life?

No more death filled with long days
No more ego filled with love
No drugs to kill you softly
No more numbness

(Drown you slow)

You and I are always
Endlessly playing
In a ballet of masochism
Apple seeds of virginity
Have begun to lose its taste
The truth of apathy is sewn

No more blood filled with blind hate
No more highs turning slow
No flesh to peel back softly
No more forgiveness

(Kill you slow)

Do you
Believe in hope
Do you
Believe in hostility
Obedient greed
Tender affection
Being hopelessly bound

No naivety filled with dull days
No more broken shards to hold
And it feels so high
It feels so helpless
I was blinded, now I’m cold
It’s always aching, it’s why I love you
The joy of your fragile, oppressive hope