The List

Leveled and heated

Cuts are bleeding 

Healing of the wounds they see misleading

Crying in a place of despair to release it all

As not to let them see your weakness 

Pulling in desperate tractions to cause your fall

Lifting and letting go

But pain has made you a host

Parties of the damned and deaths of those few saints

Live and let live is but a idea

Pain torment and hate is reality

Love could be an illusion

But that aside we both know paradise would be hell