• "I heard there was a sacred chord
    that David played, and it pleased the Lord"
    But you dont really want to please me, do you?
    You calmed me down and said it's fine
    You broke my heart and you snapped my spine
    You beat me until I screamed for hallelujah
    What a weight your tounge still has on my lip
    The wretched words you wrought linger
    and tickle the tip of every tooth when I speak
    I have become you
    I still see the fangmarks in my shallow soul
    reflected in the shattered memory of when we loved
    Of when I had you tight in my arms
    "screaming, Hallelujah!
    We'll make it last forever"
    And we did.
    Because some scars cant fade
    regardless of how much Mederma is applied
    Implied in the kisses was a history of intrusion
    Of a childhood ripped away under a Power Ranger blanket
    becuase she never did like Barbies
    Also the history of a poorly made movie
    that might as well have been a snuff film
    because the stars left the stage dead inside
    And of a night shared replaying physical invasion
    as if it was a competition
    But we knew
    "Somehow, everything's gonna fall"
    And we were eager to plummet
    Cuz as long as we were together, we could take it
    each agonizing second made us howl with laughter
    What a game we played, marching through hallways
    making everyone believe we weren't lost
    We were the perfect couple
    and God himself couldnt have seperated us
    I needed your toxicity
    and you hungered for my approval
    "I used to live alone, before I knew you"
    You see, I should've seen the end in sight
    because I read somewhere that angels couldnt exist
    becuse one pair of shoulderblades would be stacked on another
    they could never fly
    so when I saw you high above me, soaring
    I should've known you were really a demon
    But it wouldnt have mattered
    "if we only had a way to make it all
    fall faster every day"
    Than maybe we could've fastforwarded through the heartache
    and forgotten why we were torn apart
    Molten Gold burns against the skin
    even when it's really just the left over bleach in your hair
    "Every breath we drew was Hallelujah"
    And escape was unwanted
    it never crossed our minds to leave because
    "love is not a victory march"
    We were cold, and we were broken
    And I was the first one you ever agreed to let inside you
    Not just physically, but you let me into your mind
    which, come to find, was a hell of a lot like mine
    You were so beautiful
    Because you were me, refracted through a prism
    Our voices screamed in synch with the extacy
    that everyone from our mothers to our Maker thought was insane
    But they couldnt understand the pain
    They didnt know what we'd been through
    My Angel, I still love you!
    but beneathe barely healed scar tissue you
    I dismiss you as a plague because I am afraid
    I remember when, over powederized therapy
    We'd sing "hallelujah,hallelujah, hallelujh, hallelujah"
    and you would reveal the imperfection that a man etched into your skin
    I dont know how to turn down myself
    I dont know how to stare into my own eyes and say "You're not good for me"
    I dont know how I can keep my hands off of your hips
    I want this to be the last poem I ever write about you!
    But I dont know how to
    quit letting in the pain
    and conjuring the contusions that defile my epidermis
    for the sake of the art, I suffer us
    Remember the time
    "you tied me to your kitchen chair
    you broke my throne and you cut my hair
    and from my mouth, you drew the hallelujah
    hallelujah
    hallelujah
    hallelujah
    hallelujah"