Triangles to Infinity

You and I.

Me and you.

We sold our souls to get into the mood. 

Rock music was our soul. Our passion. Our fire.

We ran circles around each other, flames bouncing at our feet.

Hearts pumping as we marched to the beat.

You played right into my hands, your soul was free. Innocent.

Your clean-shaven face lay close to mine.

As our bodies touched I couldn't help but smile.

The thought of letting you go was Hell to me

So I brought a gun do your head and let the bullets free.

You lay splayed across the bed

As a bullet shower rained on our bed

As I released my pressure on the trigger

As I lay watching you squirm.

Triangles to infinity was what we said

We aren't a part of them, it's all in your head!

We just like shapes, we're the normal kids; composed and cool.

We're the normal kids who smoke outside of school.

You inked it on your chest away from the world

They would just pry until your fingers unfurled

To reveal to the world your deepest darkest fears

That they would find you and make you disappear.

So here's to you, before I die.

For all those times you made me smile

Whenever you drew triangles on my head

Or when you traced infinity across my neck.

To all the times I abused you

To all the times I used you

So until we finally meet again

Take some lead to the head.