sporadic spiders with tentacles for legs have nothing to do with the ongoing situation

Old but gold

We are thieves of fortune

Finding fortitude in foul fated love

Tearing out our ribs to better understand our hearts

We are the surgeons nobody asked for

We bleed symphonies of pain and lust

Making love to our wounds so we may birth a better agony

Because in all honesty, I'm bored of the same old hurt

I need something so awful, I wish for nothing but release

You are the mad doctor, I am your creation

So of course it hurt when you abandoned me

For it only proved what I knew to be true

I am your favorite failure

Love, we are

Are we love?

We are

Love me, until we can love no more

Words get stuck in your throat and you choke

Choke on the lies you've been fed

Spoon-fed bullshit and tall-tales

A feast of fibs and false information

We shove our worries away

Carry them behind the sea

Cover them carefully with clouds

Tucking them safely beyond the horizon

We are pirates

Ravaging the ocean

With our ship made of broken teeth and heartstrings

We sail on together for that's all we can manage