I trache myself to scream out blood,
To make sure you felt what i said and understood,
Cut open my throat so you can see my voice,
Through cords that shake your core,
Wanting vibration avoidance.
Desiccated hands try to grab your hair and break it,
Like brittle crystals of sucrose.
Each molecule overcame with freezing
From the spatial distance in each look
No matter how hard i try and comfort your heart
Malady wins.
It corrodes your engine and your metabolism begins to fade.
You're frozen in dying
For the rest of time
And I can do nothing to change it.
Its the roots in your heart that i just cant **** out
Heart worms in a dying dog.
Heaving each breath
This is the end of fondness
This is suicide of emotion
Killing echoes of every beautiful girl you gave a **** about.
My voice cant get through the air to you
My blood cant paint on your face
My hands fall apart before they caress and love just withers away like a dead, once verdant chrysanthemum.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
I trache myself to scream out blood,
To make sure you felt what i said and understood,
Cut open my throat so you can see my voice,
Through cords that shake your core,
Wanting vibration avoidance.
Desiccated hands try to grab your hair and break it,
Like brittle crystals of sucrose.
Each molecule overcame with freezing
From the spatial distance in each look
No matter how hard i try and comfort your heart
Malady wins.
It corrodes your engine and your metabolism begins to fade.
You're frozen in dying
For the rest of time
And I can do nothing to change it.
Its the roots in your heart that i just cant **** out
Heart worms in a dying dog.
Heaving each breath
This is the end of fondness
This is suicide of emotion
Killing echoes of every beautiful girl you gave a **** about.
My voice cant get through the air to you
My blood cant paint on your face
My hands fall apart before they caress and love just withers away like a dead, once verdant chrysanthemum.
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