just look, look at this wreckage
i'm sorry i couldn't give you the whole package
entwined, our bodies lay, growing cold
i reach for you...something to grasp, something to hold
our blood pools together under the night sky
the soup mixes and washes by
with my heart literally on my sleeve
watch me die first, but please don't grieve
through a hole in your face, i see the ambulance lights
thinking back now,there was no need for all those fights
out with the light, in with the dark
...the gas can was leaking and there was a spark
a stench so foul, when two bodies have to burn
my confession: i saw the pole... i could have turned














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I fell in love with the ending.
I must fav. this.
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For what it's worth...
"...and the letters that composed the words
that burnt the heart and shattered the soul
leaving echos of destruction
in the wake of my misplaced sanity."
its beautiful...
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*...this pain is an illusion...*
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