A Childish Goodbye

Apr 23, 2011 23:28

 Press my heart, and hope to die.
As here in this bloody mess I lie.
To tell no truths, with teeth set tight,
Fears creep inwards, towards the light.

Stick a needle in my eye, oh why,
Whence you clasped me as I sigh,
Dreaming of the pictures gone,
Shredded up, stripped and torn.

In darkness shrouded, by the by,
Temptation wasted, time is nigh.
Kiss of the last, smile at the dawn.
The silence of you is how I mourn.

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