Deep Six

I hate the way you're looking at me lately;
it makes me want to choke that smile off your face.
I DON'T SAY THIS OFTEN, BUT TONIGHT I THINK I MIGHT.

This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas.
I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me.
I CAN'T EVEN SWALLOW, MY HEART FEELS SO SWOLLEN.

I'd love to show you what I meant by: "I'd like to see you 
dead."
YOU CAN'T SEPERATE MY EYES.

I don't say this often, but tonight I think I might; "If I 
YOU COULD MAKE THIS LAST, I WOULD TAKE THE WORLD FROM YOU."
 ...as if a wasted past could ever totally consume me.

Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your respirating.
God I hope the saying's true, and he broke the mold when he
 made you.