It gets exhausting
Pretending to be alive
Draped in conformity
This wax persona of mine
A city of faces
I've watched countless die
But I was never hesitant
To lend them my goodbyes
To dwell in caves of glass
Luring in bodies of desperation
With tragedy in their voice
They became an Inspiration
Living so emotionally involved
It's familiar but devoid
I play witness to normality
But all I am is destroyed
Yet when I look at you
I feel something chaotic
Like you've seen my emptiness
And fell in love with the narcotic
Though so still and somber
You bled such romance
Tonight I'll dig up my love
For one last dance
©toxicity
T