Toxic

I find myself looking at your soul
trying to find the talent that does all the lying
the dark knight waits for the question
and now I know I must release the intention

I kiss the creature and wait for it to bleed
I watch the blood falling on my halo
and it drips before you, covering morality and need
because of this, my internal compass could lose true north
un-covering an art of lying or telling the truth
un-shaken and confident showing that both feel and look the same
with this in mind survival will become the code
and like an act of perjury it will end up cold

I have become toxic with fuel from hell
you think you’ve seen everything but there’s nothing to tell
I have come to see you bleed
gone are the days, when I could give you the need
I convey to you that my heart has gone stone cold
and that all my thoughts are selfish and bold

I have connected to the dark and blood stained art
leaving the viscosity of tension to tare you apart
there will be no smooth approach
you will never be able to find a good enough coach
I know I’m condemned to entertain, goad and hate
by the end of this conversation I will know my fate