Chemical Romance [D.I]
Do you think I didn't believe?
Was she just a temporary mistake,
a moment of weakness,
I reprieve,
let me be honest
and say
this wasn't a hiccup--
I share myself,
my body, my blood, my mind
with others,
as an attempt to connection with them
because they show something
that I feel like I'm missing
in me:
"Chemical Romance"
My relationships are atoms,
riding electric currents:
we embrace fusion chambers
bedrooms of latent heat
taste of sex complete from monotony,
twisted fingers and love dichotomy.
Our spirits break bonds,
switch electrons,
with shattered hearts
interchangable parts
until we pass right through
lifecycles and liquid-gas phases,
as freeform mass chases
us apart with a black hole gravity
like splitting cells, removing cavities
from each of our souls
But I never do what I am told:
I'll leave you behind Philosopher's stones,
to change your love from rust to gold
And we'll make bombs: lies and destruction:
byproducts of spontaneous combustion.
yielding salt diamonds caught by entropy,
infinite loops of bounding energy,
like shining suns in a microscope
more poignant than theoretical hope.
Re-teach ourselves to forget all the laws written,
stop time for a second and listen
to the sound of intense breathing:
this is our love and our lips meeting--
one last kiss without a fleeting
feeling as solid as fact can be
that's equate to equilibrium's harmony.