He said, "Speak now, or forever hold you peace..."
And I got up and left.
Rash thoughts and irrational actions, but I'd rather hold my peace and my tongue than this persistently pumping ventricle out for you to sacrifice
Your myocardial infarction left me breathless.
Eviscerate me, baby. Give me a taste of what you're made of [[or at least an ingredient label]].
Empty casket pills rattle and taunt and keep me awake at night but they are liars.
I know exactly what I want and it is tearing me apart.
Three cheers to us and to this ticking time bomb.
It will surely take us down and drive me sane.