Again, Against My Will, Again, Angst Sets In, For Seeking Out Your Destructive Fears

Sitting, corners on back
We lie when we lay,
Face down
We call it pillow talk, I call you
My nights end with the sun
If its off you seek, there are needles feeding these veins, hero
You want sleek with the textureless friction between us and broken bottles
Shouting out fictions, I've hated you since the day I walked into this cell,
My contraption conned me into belief, in the shower our shouting matches didn't collide, slip or matter,
With caution I speak slowly with performed audition lines, hoping you will line me up for your breakdown,
Tonight I'm broken by the barstool I use to sit on, abandoned.
You stole every feeling I regretted and burned it with a pacifire and legal tender
When you hoped I wouldn't care to notice, I walked through the doors to go through floors of your haunted part and life parted ways, thus lies that you wanted, are these lies you feel hopeless and centered by the spinning axle of feeling like a newborn separated from birth,
Torn into a thousand halves of the atomic purge God knew was only a selfish need as desires will devoure who we shall see in the mirror, we fall victim like the Romans in a battle for this city,
We rip and fold at the brim of this half empty glass,
And we were told to keep moving on, long after we buried our faces into the trees and streets we once floated above
No more angels, no more demons,
Just those who have gone home