Malthusian.

i hate the way i look the way you feel
the constant internal stuggle surfaces cold
come on, i thought you were that honest
never did so many people needed to know.

machine loops the same haunting tune
memories depart in hopes for better times
blightly in belief i followed though smoke,
shattered in gray, i was hanged by your twine

soft sighes and empty apologies all the time
giving in to giving up to your intrusions
imaged sounds passed though words
i became awared of your created illusions

i opened my eyes to surrender into strife
the touch of metal to lock me away
but only the rightous could crawl
sirens shriek to those who lost their way

so sweet the feeling felt only the first time
but never is anyone really that polite
felt by a bear trap of scarlet lips
the screams of release will follow by a bite

the cold sneaks its way into the cracks
the silent felt the nail as it hit them on the way out
only rats and dust crawl into the skull
but the voices echo and reverb so loud

before i was aware of outlines drawn around me
seals my beliefs with such a hollow kiss
before i knew what was the alibi
you're the reason why i'd always felt like this

departure encripts the last chosen song
sonic shouts to make the nobles aware
but, oh! how great the torture became
and everything i dreamt was never there

i leap to follow the ooze on knives
never will the salt or glass come in black
form to sympathize those who bleed
finding your blood on your back

air in the spotlight shows where the heart is
these palms always need a warm retraction
the flicker is the greatest gift captured
position gives the words compassion

the water's stays the same in winter
but the fishes grow bitter to the change
these walls filled in inches of snow and sleet
only the ice and the roots remained

the pathway is covered in blocks of stone
piece by piece, the castle surrendered to decay
i felt the way you grew into a different skin
retreat is only a treat if i could run away