Contingency

Obsession.... my mental vice
Your every breath has weighed me down
And you will not leave the confides of my mind
An insatiate appetite I'll never control

 

Behind every dark nightmare
I see you there for me
Lack of sleep and a high to bare
These cold sweats are fucking killing me

 

But who are you to understand
Just a product of my game
Another heart in the palm of my hand
The plot has always stayed the same

 

I want you to shatter me
Make me incomplete
Feed the fire that fuels the beast
While putting your soul through the greatest grief

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Trista Calderara's picture

this is a good one, thought u said you hadn't written any? its good though