The urge towards love, pushed to its limit, is an urge towards death

[dirtyrockstar]

lovers and legions i've seen your whore try not to reason
forsaken i'm poor fire nerves and dissension flying at a
glare a ginger reaction whisper care a hairpin decision falls
against the brain to formulate the anguish and alleviate the
pain the silence is warning soul search nothing can't regain
reach for air scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost
the foremost and sterile suffering one lost to face the
potential for fantasy and flair forever and forgiving summon
me and dare they keep on the mainstream forging their demise
while playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies the
symptoms of recourse i've seen nothing overspill far too
frail.