there are cruel birds here, cruel cruel birds with bombs for beaks. there are entrails on the sidewalks and feathers in the gutters.
you're in this premonition i have of destruction and heartbreak, this place i see you come out of shattered and cold. you don't know what it is to feel, you don't know the poetry of it all. you said yourself that you never understood poetry but i don't think you realized just how that will be your downfall. the poetry of this is that you're investing your heart in a vise that will bleed you dry. you're in love with a succubus and you don't even see it, you wouldn't know what it means. maybe it's just your karma, i don't know. you treat me like shit but it doesn't mean i want to see you brought down like that.
and on that happy note,