Stela

I don't even wanna know

Do you love or hate me so?

But if a friend asked me

What would your answer be?

All these questions in my head

All the thin lines that I tread

Under your hollow mask of hatred

Then our hearts won't be so dead

Cross the lines, break my bones

Pinky promises, hollow stones

Every deep morning kiss

Hidden under your apocalypse

Push your buttons, didn't know

Pull the trigger, told you so

If what is wrong is that you're right

Then let your lone flames ignite

First time in this world

Didn't mean to find your sword

Now you stab my dying soul

Wasn't satisfied, you did patrol

Now the world unearths your face

Is it the same as your dying grace?

All the spikes in your rotting mind

You sent signs, I was so blind

And the scarlet promises you made

Now paint the tombstones of regret

And the vines that climbed your walls

The poison ivies in your calls

This written context in a stela

Forging glyphs like hell wanna

Be remembered as it was

Fighting demons in its class