The eyes of responsibility stare hard at the righteous saint.
Need a reason to love? Alas history taints the soul
That immortal robber leaves without a trace the bones with the flesh we adore
Until we are sagging by fate’s ball and chain with hideous hearts at the once loved so pure and by our immaturity drives others to find a different cure
A different lithium lover with a key to his or her own hideous heretic heart, which we spate to find.
A thousand fields could not hold my despair, my thoughts drift to emotions, dulled but there like a unfinished poem by Baudelaire
My eyes are open to new possibilities but I’m stuck in last year
How is that any fair that I should have to forcefully focus on the one who ripped apart my brain with the spear of their wit?
When others ask for my talents, all my efforts are in vain
I have no talents because the child spit venom in my eyes
The viper is gone but the mark still remains
Lithium lovers for one another are always needed
To keep the pain impeded and cure each other
A sanctuary in this cold world
All who gather towards us could observe
The lithium lovers for each other
And in our hideous heretic hearts for a start we grow in adoration of our verbal prose
Now my dreams raptured in clouds of brightest obsidian hold the course for another tragedy
I refused to lose a part of me, to someone who never loved me first
The metal of her forced curses crushed my ash sown heart worst
Of course, she held my sacred key to my throat
And left me bleeding out of the carotid artery
But when searching for relief
A siren I believe, came to administer treatment to me and broke through my seethrough coffin
Her song cuts the chains to my self imposed exiled hideous heretic heart
My lithium for another so stressed she can’t enjoy a house party
Repressed guilt kills senses, dulls the lark who bitterly laments the part she plays in Fate’s symphony!
Another is lost in words but loves mine
Sometimes that happens to the best minds in overdrive
So let these words cast over you a spell
If my scrawled rhyming text has helped you face the rest of the string-cutters from hell
Then I too, and others, may be your lithium lovers