Hate Floods Slow

There is no god in your loneliness
There is no pain in your forgiveness
When the roses bloom in mid-June
Will they prosper and decay all life?
No more death
Filled with long days
No more ego
Filled with love
No drugs to
Kill you softly
No more numbness
(Drown you slow)
You and I, always
Endlessly playing
In a ballet of masochism
Apple seeds of virginity
Have begun to lose its taste
The truth of apathy is sewn
No more blood
Filled with blind hate
No more highs
Turnin’ slow
No flesh to
Peel back softly
No more forgiveness
(Kill you slow)
Do you believe in hope?
Do you believe in hostility?
Obedient greed
Tender affection being hopelessly bound
No naivety
Filled with dull days
No more
Broken shards to hold
And it feels so high
It feels so helpless
I was blinded
Now i’m cold
It’s always aching
It’s why i love you
The joy of your fragile oppressive hope