The gentle hum of
empty air hangs low
And I repeat innocent
words that frighten me
Letting them crash into
you like a bag of bricks
I'm a pile of garbage in
your lap grasping at straws
You stop me from my
Self destruction , holding
my stale bones close
Thump. thump. thump.
Kick start the heart
Pumping my blood and poison
until you warm your living dead doll
I feel you..
do you understand my nonsense?
My chicken scratch and graveyard trash
I don't do you justice honey
Just another horrid angel craving lust
Dissecting your dialogue while
Encrypting my own.
But the butterflies show
and you know..
its so much more
than we meant it to be
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