auctor

I smell like old money and red wine  A temptress on trial, desolation and decline Underneath the aurora violet sky Fatal blows strike me like lightning Carving hollow reminders of silence and suffering I've barricaded my ghosts underneath my floorboards Their whispers tear down the walls of quiet and bitter sweet hope Like crossing jet streams our paths never aligned  They soared so high above me I couldn't have survived My blood is poison, I lie half alive on the chessboard Charred skin from pawning my life away for a chance on the high road I quiver and falter and flinch but I still plunge into the deepest dive Even if I'd tame my wretched instincts they'd eat me up from inside I have nightmares of my stone tomb being vandalized The anatomy of a persona non grata is a scandalous gold mine I clasp the dagger buried bone-deep in my spine Infectious betrayal runs thicker than blood, raw and hostile The pulse of lust echoes in the starlight of my vanity Fades away every m...

  I was tied to a leash and you held the other end I followed in your footsteps, you were my heaven and hell Fifteen years and it ended in twenty minutes I'm so glad you could say goodbye but I still wish I could've stopped time I'm just a desperate soul, painted as a liar My heart beats slow, motionless hope I'm a cherished dream, hard to remember me My heart beats slow, "SOS" in morse code Your scalding screams, my soulful cries You said it was just another fight But it tore me up and drowned me thrice Each time I woke, you saw me through different eyes Our twisted fear, intertwined Our cold relief, engulfed in violet fires They burn me slow, I've felt it at the pier They hunt you down, arrow left inside My home is a shrine to your spirit And I'm the bishop speaking in prayers I sleep on the right side of the bed Back against where you used to place your head You fade into the blue silence behind my eyes They adjust to the darkness, and my heartfelt ...