Drunk With Hysteria

Your love seems my tragic and treacherous victory
Shivering scents seeps through your flower mouth
Am I wrong to feel concern and sympathy?
Broken memory of mine
Will cherish you to your last breath
Silence is all you gave to me
Same eyes stare across same skies
My eyes are left to succumb
While the roar of time halts down

Run away, before you meet your demise on my hands
You chill, as my nails bite you
My love, what makes you so sure...

Drown me on your crimson cries

(silent tears tingle through the truth)

With your less hopeless promise

(I loved night and moonlight)

Remorse, is that what I felt?
Now I'm lonely and filled with bittersweet nostalgia...
Why you gave up? Is your lust for me forgotten?
I'll bury you so you can choke on your filthy soul
Your ghost crushes through me, I'm the pen your the ink...

The sear wound seals itself towards your dramatic dream...
Where are that special one you're too proud of?
Run away before you meet your demise on my hands
As thunder roars my anguish to vanquish your tragice soul...
Without a hope your ghost will pass through me...