Epizeuxis, Epizeuxis, Epizeuxis

We both look the same as when we left this place
But something has seemingly changed
Alerted like an out of place door in your home
And wakes you with the realization
That it's only a dream

And this where the attempts at tenderness brought me
Smell the roses and send them straight back to hell
From the place that they held each other tight for warmth
Shouting into the void

To wandering prairies, weaving tales of killers therein
Safely tucked away in death with his fingers pressed in her spine

So turned on by the way that she smiles
When she can't decide whether she loves the silence
More than the emptiness
Then to prevail upon the parchment
With all the infatuation that she had smothered
Like a saint on fire, screaming impossible things
Shaking in anticipation for
These walls to evaporate around us

She is my ice queen and I'm
The blood flowing within her veins
So imposing with a certain elegance
So beautiful in that
Gut wrenching, dead-on-the-inside kind of way

Today I am a painter
Rendering her immortal in
My false image that she left
In my head when she went

Knowing that all-while we fit
Knowing how well we fit
Knowing that all-while we fit
Knowing how well we fit

Longing, longing, longing, longing
Longing, longing, longing, longing
To fit in, oh my god
Longing, longing, longing, longing
Longing, longing, longing, longing
To find out how we fit
Longing, longing, longing, longing
Longing, longing, longing, longing
To find a friend in death
Knowing how well we fit
Just like they put fish hooks into our
Open eyes