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Cuz every time I think about your voice, I,
Start to tremble and reach for my blade.
You scream “don’t look”,
You scream “don’t touch”.
You want it now,
You want the ease.
You want your death.
I reply to,
All of your wishes.
In a way that has,
All of us shaking.
Wishing for, it to come,
Our last breath.
Cuz every time I think about your voice, I,
Start to tremble, and reach for my blade.
The tears run faster,
Faster, now.
You reach for,
Your tool to cut.
Your comfort is now in vain.
Cuz every time I think about your voice, I,
Start to tremble and reach for my blade.
As we lay,
Under the sky.
I think about,
“Live and Die.”
You are so weak.
You are so dull.
You hate to love,
You hate to love.
Cuz every time I think about your voice, I,
Start to tremble and reach for my blade.
It hurts so much,
It hurts so long.
It hurts so much.
It hurts so long.
It’s gone too deep.
It is so wrong.
It’s gone to deep.
It is so wrong.
Cuz every time I think about your voice, I,
Start to tremble and reach for my blade.
You scream don’t look.
You scream don’t touch.
You want it now.
 GooeyBobJr · Wed Dec 16, 2009 @ 02:59am · 0 Comments |
