stillness in dark, floor cold to the touch
a ceremony of sadness.

bones thin, wither, wear
where she used to call home,
a murderous affair.

her reflection impure, burn a hole in the wall

in her blood-stained white gown
she suffers, she bleeds
under her permanent crown.

I haven't felt a feeling too long
I often don't love too hard
a protective system put in place for a self-destruct personality
unravel my intuitions until they're laid to rest
rest on me, breathe on me
place your hands on me, it won't be for long

a man's gentle endeavors
to handle a fragile little lady

home is changing, a home without walls
the clock's ticking with no time left at all
there's an infinite life, an infinite time
for us to conform to each other's resiliency

an intimate friend too old to call lover
too dangerous to feel any bit safe
but tonight, as I live out my ambitions, with you in the back seat of the car I just stole, we'll drive and we'll run . . .
to another lonely town full of poisonous fun
go-kart catalysts and vulnerability
with freedom galore
and a lightning-shock sun

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