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The traces you left on the dirt Like a trail of a bleeding snail Your prolonged wails resonate That's laced with a tormented gale Like you're making me find you So I fill up and you let it sink in Let me hold you one last time Let me touch your tattered skin I feel the coldness of your hands And the warmth slowly declining Your weak grasps lose their grips And soon they'll feel nothing I can't tell if it's blood or tears I can't say if it's broken or whole I can't hear all your struggle I can't recognize you at all The wind thinks I'm insane Cursing and laughing at your face As I drag you along the pavement I can see it make a grimace Even with that sutured mouth I hear you whisper and scream Your fading eyes haunt me Even now they're thread rimmed It was a hard decision after all Your voice forced me to choose Not a knife or poison or a bullet But a liter of gasoline and a noose  I won't leave you rotting in a hole What I want is to watch you swing Swaying with the doldrums In a tree from where you're hanging With columns of fire shooting up Burning twigs and black stones A feast for the crows and flies Blistered flesh and charred bones
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Bonfire
The traces you left on the dirt Like a trail of a bleeding snail Your prolonged wails resonate That's laced with a tormented gale Like you're making me find you So I fill up and you let it sink in Let me hold you one last time Let me touch your tattered skin I feel the coldness of your hands And the warmth slowly declining Your weak grasps lose their grips And soon they'll feel nothing I can't tell if it's blood or tears I can't say if it's broken or whole I can't hear all your struggle I can't recognize you at all The wind thinks I'm insane Cursing and laughing at your face As I drag you along the pavement I can see it make a grimace Even with that sutured mouth I hear you whisper and scream Your fading eyes haunt me Even now they're thread rimmed It was a hard decision after all Your voice forced me to choose Not a knife or poison or a bullet But a liter of gasoline and a noose  I won't leave you rotting in a hole What I want is to watch you swing Swaying with the doldrums In a tree from where you're hanging With columns of fire shooting up Burning twigs and black stones A feast for the crows and flies Blistered flesh and charred bones
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
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