I am the still warm blood
Dripping off the tip of your razorblade
The wastebasket you throw your blood
And life away inside...
These riffs just aren't enough
To stab and take your pain away
Diagonal slice ////
Lined up, four in a row
Criss-crossed broken faith, these drops of blood are the rain
Your heart, I believe to be covered in icy snow
This raven symbolizes the sun for you
No light, and steadily drifting away on the cold winter air,
The lawn is crawling with your twisted shell
Of a life you wasted so long ago...
Shredded hope stands on the bitter edge
Of the cliff you jump from every day
Hide in your poetry, the only fucking way to say
The way you hurt inside, the way you feel for real today
Every day it just gets worse, and you can't begin this again
You can't live this life shrouded in this supposed sin...
Your literary suicide, the brace, the crutch for your life
Maybe one day you will use it...
Maybe you will...
Until then, I will watch this slow descent into the abyss
The cliff you fall off, your hair fluttering in the air
Rushing past your exhilerated, free body...
Until you come crashing down, destroying both our hearts with it.
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