What do you think?

Stab my heart, left the broken pieces of knife within me deep

Its here in this wasteland I’d stay awake under stars to keep

From feeling pain from seeing you betray yourself thousands of times over

Can you go from being perfect to dying in bed with any sinful lover?

Shove it inside you, a whore for a perfect word or two

Digesting careful volleys of thoughts in lieu

Of alcoholic nights, riots and screams

Branding my skin in nightmare dreams.