until its dark

im leaning on something tragic, sucking at the venom left in her place telling her shes a goddess while im erasing her fucking face my hands wont stop the twitch, they crave her crooked hips against my lips her cervical lies those white line scars I used to trace from her track marks to a place between her thighs but shes got a different rhythm, a different kind of pull and every shot of someone else leaves her twice as withered and cruel im using your old punchlines, thank u next on repeat but the track is transitioning endlessly as relentlessly as i am at digging it quickly into her spleen that synthetic vanilla stings my nostrils like a blade mixing with the vodka breath, a chemical masquerade my ribcage is a furnace, the addiction yanks the bone im surrounded by these bodies and ive never been so alone you were the poison, the prescription, the cardiac arrest now im hunting for your ghost in every strangers chest the credits roll on us, but im stuck inside the frame calling out for mercy while i scream a different name this hollow swaggers rotting, a mask of plastic skin im dying for the chaos where your heart used to beat, me again arianas singing through the speakers, making my vision blur the soundtrack to our bender, every note belongs to her i remember how we molded, how our scars would interlock now im staring at my knuckles while im racing against the clock one more drink to drown the sensory, one more lie to tell im the architect of my own customized and private hell you won when you walked out, left your scent upon the air a sadistic floral vapor, an invitation to despair tear the skin back i cant find you in her i cant feel the burn every gesture is a forgery you taught me how to suffer now im mastering the art rip the memory out stab the soul until its dark you were the poison, the prescription, the cardiac arrest now im hunting for your ghost in every strangers chest the credits roll on us, but im stuck inside the frame calling out for mercy while i scream a different name this hollow swaggers rotting, a mask of plastic skin im dying for the chaos where your heart used to beat, me again this apartments fucking tragic, memories and maggots the walls they excret and bleed cheap vanilla perfume and the cold memories of you next