Apocalypse
Here we are. In your cold room. Beneath the rain that pouring all night, we can smell the petrichor. The dark all over the sky, the night is very late, but i can see a light through your eyes. The light blink and sparkling with clarity. I could feel blood running all over my body and say, “baby, why do u keep breaking me all over again?”
The pain is for real. It's like a blade take me appart. Your lips against mine made my heart pounding. Yet, it feels hurt. Your lips feels good, it tastes like strawberry and cigarettes.
The light becomes a fire that burn your love into ashes of ego. Your lips against mine, i would say it is apocalypse for me. I want to end, yet want to stay. 'Cause when it end, i will always remember your head laying on my shoulder. I will miss the way you slicked back my lock and calling my name. But, i want to end. 'Cause your ego was choking me. Guilty eating me as we stay.
p.s: I know, I used broken English.