We can never be together but,
I wish we could.
Fatal attraction,
will always
grab the
Grim Reaper & his scythes,
attention.
But this time,
dying doesn't
look like,
an eternity of lonely nights. ,
It's
Almost,
well,
actually
it is
a
tempting thought
for a
split-slit
wrist
second.
Given the right causes.
But.
I'm here
in the
Hearse behind
you.
Playing passenger
on the
69-blood-line.
I called shot-gun.
We're way-out
on the highway home.
Only
7
more counties
2
go through.
Til I can see those,
better-places
&
your
pretty, familiar face.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
We can never be together but,
I wish we could.
Fatal attraction,
will always
grab the
Grim Reaper & his scythes,
attention.
But this time,
dying doesn't
look like,
an eternity of lonely nights. ,
It's
Almost,
well,
actually
it is
a
tempting thought
for a
split-slit
wrist
second.
Given the right causes.
But.
I'm here
in the
Hearse behind
you.
Playing passenger
on the
69-blood-line.
I called shot-gun.
We're way-out
on the highway home.
Only
7
more counties
2
go through.
Til I can see those,
better-places
&
your
pretty, familiar face.
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