Still Knocks

Your love’s cascading, like a hand grenade, but I still can’t sleep at night, without your twisted serenade. 

Goddamn it’s such a shame.  
Falling down like a heavy rain, but now I can only whisper. 

Justified by denial. 
I think your love’s in love.

A parasitical hug and kiss. 
Destined to dissolve in this.