Monday, 9 February 2009
Dark conceals what we only feel
As we crush it's heart beneath a wheel.
You drift before you check your lines
And fuck with both our minds.
You apologise. I crawl inside
A senseless word from an absent mind.
You're asking me to die your death.
Enough about your breath.
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