vania {disassemblant edit}


in apocalyptic breath
may we all dwindle to death
for dare we slide into heaven to find
that we’re merely wine and bread
too much to suffer
on what we shan’t rely
red skin still tastes so sweet
in the heat of hell tonight

such a vacant misery
so close at heart and it still feels like i’m
dreaming up this wizardry
i prithee for you to decide
if i’m still clean enough to be alive

vania
the very angel blessed of i
it was written in the sky
i never asked for more than why
vania told me her lie

my dirty blood doth seep
empty treachery and blight
still whispering asymmetry
which half of you did i belie?
a certain disenchantment
for a girl i never wed
it drowns me for i cannot breathe
when she sleeps under my bed

such a vacant misery
so close at heart and it still feels like i’m
dreaming something real
i pray you, open my eyes wide
before i see all that i’ve plagiarized

vania
convoluted by the mold
of every fallacy i swore i’d never told
but if i really loved her, then
maybe i was not to fault
vania, here you’re drawn
vania
she made metal out of soul
but my transgressions were just more than she could hold
and if she wanted to, then
maybe she could turn me into gold
vania, your skin so cold

such is stillness, such is lull
vania, i miss you so




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