this love is a criminal confession worthy of a life sentence, and room to spare in your coffin, for even by death i don't want to leave your side...

suicidal sailors tie the tightest knots.

there's a rose on your doorstep,
placed in remembrance,
because you're dead to me.

i lay waiting on the shore
for you to come as the tide
and carry me away.

face down, we float like corpses in this pool of sin ( Read more... )

i'm glad you keep your word.
it's fitting to your selfish style.

she has the kind of eyes you can't forget.

my heart is no territory to be claimed
by flag-poles, and words
that don't mean a thing.

it is but a muscle with steady beat
beneath my chest, but if you pose
to conquer my memory i will not contest.

why can't we talk the way we always used to?

it's like you're falling in love while i just fall apart.