I killed, stole, my heart from your grasp. I stab myself in the back. I can't help it, if you ask, this pain is my anesthetic. misery loves, is love, is not loved. Our relationship dissolved, like teeth in soda. I sit on a roller coaster, a diminuendo et crescendo, D.C. al Coda. I was loved, and lost. found, and tossed to the side of a broken barber shop bench. Ginghers aside, in stride, at your hip. But all I felt was my anesthetic. We were cut apart, separated by time. dieing is an art, like everything else, lets commit social suicide. or Ill beg, that we beg, I do it alone. love is a myth, a mermaid, a cat with nine lives, that lives, underfed, underpaid. I'm tapping, rapping on glass that makes no sound. feet firm, on infirm ground. And I'm clawing at my heart, my pain, my aching, my anesthetic. because without me, you are nothing.