Bohemian trash heap

So you say you've lost yourself
and this time it's not in my eyes.
you say you burned the map of your life;
well, i burned all your photos,
and every last memory i despise.

suffocate, choke on your lies
i'm sick of being sick.
and when i look at our star in the sky,
i wonder where you really are.

these ropes tighten around my fists,
a poisoned ego, deceitfully kissed
i've tasted evil on my lips
shaded imagery, heavy on the ink
bleeding through the paper,
are all the thoughts i think.