"I don’t want to be a bad person anymore, a casualty that casually fought in a friendly war. Now I’ve seen the light, which makes me worse off than before. And all that’s left of what we had is just an empty drawer. When I looked into the mirror I always acted blind. My life became invisible to my distracted mind. Neither of us ever wants to reenact the crime. Now I’d trade my eyes if I could just go back in time. Jesus Christ, how filled with agony can dreaming be? Hurry mother, carry me back to the screaming sea. Name your price, because I’ll do anything that you desire. Hold me under water, put my arms into the fire.
A fire burned with too much fury for me to try and douse. Now I spend the endless hours in a dying house. Shutters cover windows, wreath was taken off the door. My disappearing body drags my shadow across the floor. I can’t tell the rooms apart. Thought I was lost before. A black bird on a wire. Skeleton that washed ashore. Betrayal has a memory. Addictions don’t forgive. Hiding from the wild and violent world in which we live. Can’t make copies of the keys. Oath that was sworn opposes. It’s in the books. Pages cut your fingers. Thrones have roses. With this small reminder every night, I toss and turn. Words I can’t remember anymore are lost and burned. The only thing you left behind you bought just weeks before. Now you’re gone and it’s the only thing that keeps me warm."
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