Teenaged Witchcraft

My words can cut
my breath can sooth.
And against my, skin you're so cold.
Against my rules, you're just another punk.

And when the walls seem to fall
and the paint begins to peel
I'll let myself fall onto the glass.
With my face pressed to your chest
your heartbeat is all I can hear.

We went to bed as thin as the cracks of the doors
And with misery laying close to my head
I woke up as lonely as the dead.

Six feet down,
six feet up.
I couldn't think of what to say the day we grew up.

With my eyes pressed to the mirror
I couldn't sleep with your image.
Against my lips
against my hands
your outline slipped out like the wind.

And fifteen years from now,
your footsteps will remain with your shoes.

These walls will breath,
these walls I curse,
spewing fire from their holes.
And they'll burn me in all their thirst.