— what about
that angel battle cry
that I heard
when you cut your wrists?
what about
the ice in the hell's throne
and the clouds spinning
around your head?
like crows,
like strings that keep you here,
nobody wants you dead,
so what I love
is what I don't throw.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
— what about
that angel battle cry
that I heard
when you cut your wrists?
what about
the ice in the hell's throne
and the clouds spinning
around your head?
like crows,
like strings that keep you here,
nobody wants you dead,
so what I love
is what I don't throw.
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