You haunting ******* ignition switch,
the nail's-head trigger was hung over like
a pendulum Poe would be proud of.
I'd have stopped elevators with my blood and bone,
held it back, pushed it back,
taken my life out in a splash of cement chalk-lines,
to save you.
I still dream of you.
The good dreams hurt
much more than
the bad ones did,
when you still lived.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
You haunting ******* ignition switch,
the nail's-head trigger was hung over like
a pendulum Poe would be proud of.
I'd have stopped elevators with my blood and bone,
held it back, pushed it back,
taken my life out in a splash of cement chalk-lines,
to save you.
I still dream of you.
The good dreams hurt
much more than
the bad ones did,
when you still lived.
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