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I feel his hands on my shoulders, When I sink lower into the bath tub, I feel his hands on my back, When I sink lower under my covers at night, I feel his hands on my neck, When the pills sink lower down my throat, I feel his hands on my waist, When my finger sinks lower into my mouth, I feel his hands on my ankles, When I'm sinking lower into depression, I feel his hands on the back of my head, When I sink lower into the noose, I feel his hands all over my body, When I sink six feet lower into my grave.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
I Feel Him
I feel his hands on my shoulders, When I sink lower into the bath tub, I feel his hands on my back, When I sink lower under my covers at night, I feel his hands on my neck, When the pills sink lower down my throat, I feel his hands on my waist, When my finger sinks lower into my mouth, I feel his hands on my ankles, When I'm sinking lower into depression, I feel his hands on the back of my head, When I sink lower into the noose, I feel his hands all over my body, When I sink six feet lower into my grave.
I can feel death breathing down my neck, but I can also feel your breath as you kiss me. And no matter how much death wants me, I will never leave you.
the-lonely-remnants
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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