You Were My Ball In Chain, How Ironic It Is To Miss You

I loved you as I love myself.

I drank your soul; I touched your lungs.

And what I saw; It drove me mad.

You chained me yet I rose to clouds.

Without my soul I cannot climb

To dance in the sky with angels.

Heavy and empty I will sink

To the bottom, too dark, like hell.

Walking, living, speaking, I will

Not leave a single mark behind.

Without you I do not belong

Dancing, loving, shouting for life.

It broke us both to stay, to float

But my hands could not leave your cheeks.

So warm, so haunting, for always

You linger in this frosting air.

I thought that if I made you bleed

You would no longer love me so.

For who could crave an evil beast

Clawing and gnawing at their mind?

What was it that made you remain?

Was it my lips or your ideals?

For it could not have been just I;

The darkness that clouded your eyes.

I lost myself, hidden in you.

Longing for days and days of just

Your lips, your hands, your arms, your touch.

Sadly it was too much, too much.

I never knew how to love you

And you merely believed you could.

My soul still lives inside your bed

But it was never warm for you.

I hate myself, I hate myself

And so, my dear, I hated you.