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Asphyxiate the Child
Rip the flesh from me
Reveal what\'s inside
This demon burning within my skull
I tear & slice into the skin
Bloodletting the pain
Longing for death, I die
You resurrect me
Forced to feel
Cut this umbilical cord from me
Inject me with your infection
Solder this machine
Claw into my thoughts
Poke & Prod
Rearrange the pieces
Asphyxiate the child
Lover Never Dies-ClicheWho says I cant get into heaven, Even when I have one wing
My tears, The rain drips on my face
I loved then, I can love now
How I learned, I learned that love never dies,
It just goes away
Slowly my heart rebuilds, The painful reconstruction
I stand with arms around you, watching the storm
Her eyes are heaven, But how can I tell you
Trying to write you my feelings, my past
And I cry
Gold hair, yellow brown and green
I try to picture you in my head forever
Cold dark clouds trying to push me down
The glimpse I had of you fights with darkness
And I wonder why, tracing paths, we search the stormy sky.
The ways, the wormholes to heaven, Still get me lost
The tears of her eyes and mine, we feel the pain together
I loved then, I can love now, How I learned, I learned that
Love never dies, it just goes away
Close my eyes now, and focus on her
You are more beautiful and never out of my thoughts
And my tears is blood from my heart
May I offer my newly fixed heart, for your love
For your love
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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