Lungs

Jan 03, 2009 23:28

I need to get some air
it makes me sick
it makes me quiver
your amber colored eyes
your cold, pale skin
-you-
Now just try me
I can't think
you're waiting me to make my move
I close my eyes
I feel my lungs screaming for air
still I won't breathe
it's easier this way
I haven't thought about, how I would die
but I guess,
that this is it
I can feel your cold fingers touching my back
trying to stop me from falling down
you rise me on your strong arms
and kiss my forehead
I'm sorry
it's too late now
it's time to say goodbye

it's time to look for another victim,
a new BETTER butterfly,
which will be with you,
but remember,
none of those butterflies will be ME
I wish I had the strenght to open my eyes and see your eyes filling with tears and anger
I smile.
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