Just like always

Still your passenger

Every which way your body shakes

Your waves appear to be colluding

I can’t make heads or tails of this new sensation

But it’s awful familiar

This vapid promise pay no attention

No, nevermind I’m fine

The fire won’t die if you pick up the matches

But all I can see is your addiction to infancy

Two unknown rivals vie for your adoration

Swords cross through visceral, crimson ink

And of the three there is no victor

Just three bitter fallen, what a travesty

I sent you a letter before you went to battle

A final warning, or a prayer of hope,

But when you stepped out into the filth,

In search of my enemy, you reached over

And stabbed me in the heart

As I bled out, you still held me

And wreaked havoc into our last few moments together