Xanthemotional

I cannot listen for your voice,
I cannot speak to empty rooms,
I will not come to see you in your haunted house of wax.

I cannot listen for your voice,
I cannot speak to empty rooms,
I won’t because you cost too much in tax.

You still care, so you say.
You’d still talk, were that the case.
You continue to remind me how I’m flawed.
Let’s get together for a while,
put my integrity to trial,
verdict in, I’m long the out one, odd.

Numbly set to slow rebound
what lost inside, a spark you found.
Witnessing my cold heart as it thawed.
Never loved you, now I’m lying
in my truth I’ve been denying
the only one you ever loved was god.

I’m far too spent to hear your voice,
I’m far too spent to hunt for ghosts,
I will not search the corridors of your haunted house of wax.

I’m far too spent to hear your voice,
I’m far too spent to hunt for ghosts,
I can’t afford to call your name, it costs too much in tax.

Implied goodbyes turn my regression,
confused where I had made transgression.
Puddle of my melted heart, watch the drying, awed.
Sweet impure love, granulation,
your silence was my penetration,
Pierce the honest confidence, remind me how I’m flawed.

Broke and broken, nothing left of me,
broke and broken, nothing left of you,
synthetic care I will not populate your house of wax.

Broke and broken, nothing left of me,
broke and broken, nothing left of you,
The cost of feeling for you is too much for me in tax.

Serene smile, and gather what we must
become and blow away; the dust.
Oh specters, they will gather, but their love is only fraud.
I made choices against my will
for you to come and have your fill,
and leave with what you took from me to feed your dying god.