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Your only a babe in the woods.
Insignificant and immune
to the sadness dripping off your limbs
like a tear duct.
I'd pour salt in your wounds
just to have a change of pace.
You could just shake it off
and tell everyone im hot under the collar,
or you could accept it for what it is.
Open windows and open wounds
call for more than
''just a goodbye party ''
Your so senceless it's laughable,
i bet that if you tripped
over your own gun
youd think it was a flower.
Sniff it like cocaine,
It's going to make you dizzy,
But your already of unsound mind.
The period of time
between sunset and sunrise
will be the only time i think of you.
Because in my sleep
i can't feel guilty
for the chimerical visionarys
of the unbeleavable.
remorseful hearts will spring to life
to appologize to the un-seen.
Can it be real if you can only feel it?
Or.. can you be real
if all i can feel is
my hands around your throat?
peppermint twists are the perfect treat
to top of the twisting of unstable and feeble necks,
just so i can awaken in the evening
wondering where my day has gone.
It's all gone to you, dead dancer.
Everythings gone to you even though
your only a see through war genius
Back to the beggining, before you started
Where my tears fell apon white pillows
Creating rivers for you to jump in
And drown.