Choices (Love Is Love)

There are no mistakes, only decisions The choices that you choose to make And the night that you saw them choose You described it as a "physical pain" in your spine I watched your spirit break I felt the collapse of my mental complex as my head hit my hands I would rather be alone forever than suffer "out of body experiences" It resonates in the waves of human garbage that frequent my memory Images of floating bodies, scathed, soiled Replaying in my head's airwaves So I'll just lay down In the bed I buried inside of your house A hollow hole that I have dug for myself A home that I have settled into Because I have been slipping into nothing And these thoughts are worthless As long as actions keep showing the same signs of "If it looks dead and it smells dead" It's probably dead