The knives at my throat are the same ones I want to let in.

"Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain" Of trying to hold onto a heart wrapped in barbed wire My own heart pounding in my throat I simply cannot let go As the days turn to weeks And the earth freezes over I bleed out into the snow *The crimson crystals as intense as The fresh sting of pain That has been with me as long as I can remember* I am a love-drunk and depleted decay Wide eyed, still aflame Shredded like strips of paper that blow in the wind Yet I fall apart only to keep close Bleeding out, I am made all the more numb By the promise of what lies just beyond

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