Of quarter machine rings

Adoration of the pedestal
I've kept for only you
we've been burning down our
bridges
and aiming for the roof
believing in the elegance of your dances
on those lonesome walking nights
with arms stretched out like an angel
and you're hoping to take flight
and she followed every word
in love and out of breath
clinging to your jacket
like your lover to your chest
and when you spoke of loneliness
and your lust for knives
and suicidal tendencies are nothing in your eyes
says he's through with talking
and she's cutting way too deep
lover said he's walking
and she's crying in her sleep
you walk away so easily
washing it from your hands
and he doesn't ask you questions
just collapse on impact
and nod to his demands
and skin on skin
and bone on flesh
so swoon, consume
to what will stay forever
in the bedsheets of her room
your wedding song
the one you cried through
will seal your tomb
the closure for this
sick fantasy
notes on scraps
now confetti
I knew when gazes met
we'd be like this:
alone, alone
so forget the pretty words exchanged
first unheard
then rearranged
cause you say all the wrong things
like the tether of your wings
only your halo is still there
and your smirk,
like a saint