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The Death Man

I knew when the truth came it would be to the affect shown.

Your the man that promises death with every step you own-

I swore it'd be my last regret to entice a man with no respect.

Now I trip an unwanted track with death toying every corner.

You're the death man,

And you've promised me death.

I've never heard of seduction so sweet.

I'm letting go, we're slowly dying.

My infatuation has grown with recognition of your every sound.

The fimilarity of your face fucks with my head

A promise so deep,

My memories are intruded I needed this as much as you did.

Drunken stories of guns to my head,

I'll meet you in your car as we drive to your fucked up land.

I'm troubled and you're no good.

For you're the death man

and you promised me death

and the longer I stay,

The less I protest.

Your words are as dead as the gun beside your bed.

You're wanting to die and you're too fucked up to go alone.

You promised me death the longer I stay.

Where do I go , when with you I'm home.

We use eachother in attempts to survive,

So far removed, we fade where there is no chance of recovery.

Love has never been enough.

The bruises you left with intoxication are no longer visible,

But you're mark is tattooed to my skin.

It's sad when a being loses all will power of their own

and depends on abuse to make it through the night.

God placed a permanent rain cloud over my head

The longer it stays, no longer I pray.

You're the death man,

and you promised me death.

With the hurt in your eyes I still found joy.

You say, " Are we in love?"

Because I'm so bitter, I will not respond yet,

the reunion of the bottle to your hand leads to confessions in the slurr of your words.

"There is no point in being alive"

You're the death man - and you'd love to Die.

I can't go with you, for me there is no goodbye.

Goodbye for you, is in the bloodstains on you're sheets

from suicidal attempts to leave your past behind.

Kill me, I dare you.

With knowledge that there is no real value from your mouth, or actions.

I feel so small with your everyday news.

Schemed from my years, I observe your motions.

And for you, I took the blames.

The years you've lived longer, wisdom? No.

With battered health you lay next to me.

and I hold my wish slowly , that you won't stop breathing.

You're the death man,

And you're telling me to die.

But I gave you my life to keep you alive.

My past that has made me would cease

and my scars would be gone.

Death would be my recovery.

I wouldn't starve, or freeze

I would finally be okay.

The pride I carry would no longer be known.

It'd show my mother I was sorry,

and my father, his blood didn't make me love him.

For you're the death man

and you promised me death.

And the longer I stay the more appealing your invite becomes.

I loved a death man and because of him

death never looked so inviting.

The truth being told with dirt on my hands

I don't want to die yet.

But your words are the same that make me run back to the comfort of your warmth.

I walk a thin line between love and loss of sanity.

For this is just some bad storm. Right?

The price I pay to be with you is my life.

Trust is too foreign of a feeling for you.

It is a feeling only I possess.

That you will never give back.

Loving you the way I do has to be unhealthy .

Loving you so much with words I cannot speak, to you.

I am suffering and damn, you're to blame.

Desiring death games, I am not the same.

Lies from you keep me thriving

Lies are all I have known from you.

The first encounter was a lie to my fucking face.

You speak to me, and bring me to shame.

You are the death man,

and you promised me death.

And the longer I stay, the more you possess.

So vile I have become as you turn the other cheek.

Your hands are dirty and your hands are all over me.

You hide behind a gentle mask,

and play the victim to the crowds.

The taste of your mouth, poisons me.

I am the one who can steal your dreams, allowing you to devour me.

If I finally speak, you will never understand what they all could mean.

I know what your desire is and there is no turning back from this.

Lead me to a place by hand, where you plan to say goodbye.

I do not have any will left in me to fight.

Your funeral will keep us forever apart.

My hands would never pull the trigger.

Don't die death man, you'll die alone.

The truth is hard to swallow.

But the bullet to your head will end the coward you are.

And I? I'll hide you in my walls and wear your skin on mine.

I'll carry your guilt, expose your crime.

I will pretend to be you, as your body rots away.

Your blood will live on in my viens.

It's up to me to break your cycle.

You laugh, with knowledge that my strength was buried with you.

I wont be able to fight your flashbacks.

You're the death man and after your death,

I will possess your motives and return the favor.

I'll be your victim still, brainwashed by love.

Where ever I go, you will follow.

Im dying with you regardless of my will or power to survive.

There is no me without you.

And as you kill yourself,

Deathman, my mouth open with no sound spoken,

You'll kill me too..