If You Had Better Vision
If you had better vision
You would be able to see into me
And you would know my special thing
The secret of my life and all of you
Is hidden inside of me
You are the key
The key to the doors
Door one door two or door three
Hidden surprises not to be hidden no more
Poison of life flooding whoever is closest to me
I’m addicted to your lips
I’m addicted to your habits
I’m addicted to your hate
I’m addicted to you
And everything you stand for
Sometimes I write and it feels good
Hidden shapes, unknown words
Hidden to you and not for me to know
Yet I do and write them on paper
Paper has power and I have the pen
No one can hide from my quill
It’s just been sharpened
And I’m going to cut you up
Ninte and Iskhur
May sound fake
But they are real
And in your heart
And so this letter
Shall tear you apart
From the inside
From where it all starts
You shall bleed
And so will I
We’ll bleed on each other
Till we die
I’m addicted to your lips
I’m addicted to your habits
I’m addicted to you
And everything you stand for
I don’t want to hurt you
Like you hurt me
You didn’t mean to
It’s not your fault
But you’re still going to die
You’re going to die for me
Die so I can be free
I can’t do it
I hold the knife
I can’t release myself
I can’t kill where it starts
...but I can…
Without a guilt trip
I know where it starts
I know which door to pick
I just don’t have the key, buried deep inside of me
It’s in my heart its only four inches away from me
The door is life saving
So I can’t die
It’ll hurt but I will survive
For the door is all that matters
Its only four inches away
I’m so close to the key.
It’s so close.
It couldn’t hurt me
I’m the chosen son
I must have the key
