Adagio for strings, invite me to your quartet,
Violin unhinged, idling super star set.
There’s such a brazen touch with the brush
Of true dishonor, get lost in the wade of war,
Or rust in your suit of armor, lust for reclusion
In the midst of battle. I heard you whisper to yourself
Before you held my hand, second-guessing lust,
Fuck hell, heaven’s never fun, never melted suns.
Now I know I’ve never been in love,
Now you get the affection you so desperately seek,
Instead of pretending to get it from me.
The head of the center of fulfillment and need,
Ready to pleasure you, everyone, please,
One at a time.
I can only make you feel better, not fix your disease,
Your medicine cabinet. I’m not even alive,
Consummate mind, I’m as dead as our past,
Good luck, Chuck, Romeo, Juliet, without the flask,
Our naked fingers touched, creation of atoms,
Lazily picked daisies, so lackadaisically half-strung,
Paris to Hades, in paradise, we paraded,
Palisades, elated, you never had anything to say,
Learn no lessons from this, no life functions contained,
Just dark to darker days, all shadows are gray,
Just newer ways to create words for heartbreak.
It’s sad when you romanticize bad relationships,
To suck dry dried love, tongue-tied in the last remaining bits,
To have a place to badger faith when it all dies,
When the walls break, sunshines are glimmers of hell,
It never ends well, my soul is linked to carbon,
The only thing in common was you both wanted to get rid of yourself.