My Cyanide Catharsis

<br>This scalpel makes a map across my back. <br>Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips. <br>There`s no saving us tonight. <br>Our pulse will flutter like a dial tone.<br>As you touch my hand for one last time, the car engine hums us to sleep. The lies. <br>Your subtle teeth. <br><br>Tonight is the rest of our lives, a carbon monoxide lullaby. Evacuate. Abandon this breath. <br>Pull myself apart. Just to feel something real.<br>I close my eyes I turn my back for one last time.<br>I hold my breath I fall alseep inside your arms. Your eyes reflect my regrets. All the feelings you cant afford and the ones I cant control have collided. Now I`m a mess. I`ve tried my best to hide it. Now it`s obvious. I wear it in these wounds that never heal. <br><br>There`s no saving us tonight.