Dearest Death, the dread of dreams drowned my sleep. Deepening the dropping hearts of dull souls,
Winding winds twist and rock these little boats going off the edge.
Dearest Death, the sweet taste of desire seared upon my skin with the scars of razor blades. Wiping tear stained sheets across the ground,
Tsunamis of doubt flooding this house.
Dearest Death, this dance of ending torment with two left feet. Ending with sorrow trapped against the ceiling,
Breaking the glass with the leftover carnage.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
Dearest Death, the dread of dreams drowned my sleep. Deepening the dropping hearts of dull souls,
Winding winds twist and rock these little boats going off the edge.
Dearest Death, the sweet taste of desire seared upon my skin with the scars of razor blades. Wiping tear stained sheets across the ground,
Tsunamis of doubt flooding this house.
Dearest Death, this dance of ending torment with two left feet. Ending with sorrow trapped against the ceiling,
Breaking the glass with the leftover carnage.
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