Ixora

Of all that I conjured up
Of all that sh I conjured up
Conjured up pathetic shit I'm too invested in
Less settled where the center of the wreckage is
Rush of celibate lust sunk, set
Crush what's left, solemn and desolate
Lonely silence deafening, hollow, and resonant
Slowly crumbled the core, weathered appendages
Left for dead and wrestle with
Depressive stretches of tender wretchedness
Left
Left
Left solemn and desolate
Defending memory, caressing it
Left us desolate
At the edge of it

At the edge of it
At the edge of it
Everything gets rid of something
Everything gets
Look

Heaven's letting the living get rid of what they want
Centuries plummeting, still stuck with this grudge
Let it fester, combusting the embers and rubble
Of the numbered days as they crunch and crunch
Can't remember the last time I felt touched
Just the gentle pressure of the dead air and its cuffs
Cold sun peppered the sky with a sterile blush
Ixora petal-red in the tent, stem, and brush
Peninsula's cape's encased in the crimson
Stained from the lascivious way that nature was driven
In the maws of the prey but say I'm the fittest
Everything I love wasn't saved, but don't say I'm a victim

Our slow demise was hell, but I held it intimate
Clinging to the fear it would die, but I was slowly killing it
Learn to live with it
Learn to live with it
When death imparted on us soiled gifts, know I was tilling it
Killing it
I was killing it
Yeah, I was killing it, killing it, killing it
Bitch, killing this shit, I was killing it
Bringing death on it, then I had to live with it
I was killing it
Bringing death on it, then I had to live with it
I was killing this shit, I was killing it
I was killing this shit, I was killing it