I still remember
the night that you
repainted yourself
And used only
a monochrome shade
of my blood
I had been awakened
by the tender ache
in your voice
The weakest hands
have the strongest
hearts hidden away
You have drained
all of my pain
and left me incomplete
You plucked the thorns
and left me lying
to let me bleed
With a halved heart
I wanted to beg
for your voice
Instead I choked
on my own words
and waited for darkness
Let the moon
drip its tears
for one night
Bring the stars
to my sleep
in my last dream
Still your sweet
laughter echoes
like an angel-song
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
I still remember
the night that you
repainted yourself
And used only
a monochrome shade
of my blood
I had been awakened
by the tender ache
in your voice
The weakest hands
have the strongest
hearts hidden away
You have drained
all of my pain
and left me incomplete
You plucked the thorns
and left me lying
to let me bleed
With a halved heart
I wanted to beg
for your voice
Instead I choked
on my own words
and waited for darkness
Let the moon
drip its tears
for one night
Bring the stars
to my sleep
in my last dream
Still your sweet
laughter echoes
like an angel-song
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