nevermore ink

Blue fingers are tied with strings
cutting through flesh while staying intact
now is your time to sing

They whored their prominent kings
while silencing minds so nothing is said
blue fingers are tied with strings

You bite your tongue before swallowing
and make sure to bow your pretty head
now is your time to sing

Luscious lips and broken things
oh, how cruel they are when you object
blue fingers are tied with strings

You’ve lost yourself; your pace and swing
refuse to succumb and thus subject
now is your time to sing

Nevermore will she hide her wings
soar and fly as a final act
blue fingers are tied with strings
now is your time to sing

i just don’t know about this thing called love anymore i’m tired of looking for a perfect ending a sad ending a cliffhanger a happy story to sleep to something that will ease my thoughts i am exhausted from the clinging and the longing the needing and the wanting i’m tired of starting something only to watch it crumble i’m tired of the periods and the run on statements of as long as you’re here i’ll be here and i’m guilty because we’ve all been down this route of no return and yet… late at night when no one is watching, we always return to nevermore