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| Honey, did anyone ever tell you
That you look so good
When the dimples in your smile
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Darling, are you aware
That your kiss
Holds my hands back
from ripping
their throats out.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Sweetheart, can you hear it?
Melodically muted against the warm cement.
Blending with the sounds
Of the rain drops.
Changing colors
From dark dark dark gray
To dark dark dark maroon.
Hey baby,
Do you understand
How many lives you've saved
By loving me.
Wonderful, before you came.
Their bodies fell.
Without thought
Or regret.
The sewers consumed
Their blood
As quickly and whole-heartedly
As I ended their lives.
Lover, your sweet words
That you whisper
Into my ears
Are the sole reason
For their existence.
My murdering hand
Is silenced
When in your presence.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Oh, it's so lovely.
To hear
Their last words.
Only that's all over now.
For you.
I would sacrifice
My own beating heart
To make you smile
To make your tears stop.
For you, darling, I'll even end myself.
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| //Every Sunday
I'm dragging this bloody hand
Down your wall
Don't [tell me to] knock it off
I'm trying to tell you
[In my blood]
That I love you more than ever
Please, please don't break my heart
Like [the thousands have done] before
Please, please I'm begging you
I'm holding your [crying] face
With my bloody hands
And I step back
To see your [beautiful] eyes
Shining even brighter, accompanied by the red
handprints on your cheeks
You are so beautiful
When you're [covered] in all of me
I'm holding your hand
With mine bloody
Yours are so cold
But the red liquid is warming you
Slowly
Slowly
Like the first time your lips touched mine
And I'm nervous
Like the first time
With you
It always feels like the first time
From a distance
I see you
You are so [fucking] beautiful
You make me someone I'm not
The words pour out of my mouth
Like they do with no one else
I see your hands
Dripping red
To little puddles next to your feet
And I smile
To see [how I've influenced] you
And you smile
Knowing you have [influenced] me
Is there anything more perfect than this?
Is there anyone more perfect than you?
Never.
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| drinking
and my heart is beating
just as strong as i am weak
and to feel your lips
oh, god, to feel your lips
and this music is blasting
just as loud as you are
beautiful
and to feel your lips
oh, god, to feel your lips
and this is hard to tell you
in just three words
it's hard to know that
it's impossible
and your breath is cold
just as sweet as you
are any day
and the snow is deep
just as cold as my intuition
and my bravery
so take this hand of ice
throw me down
before i pull away
and to feel your lips
oh, god, to feel your lips
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| Bleeding Anxiety
Hold my hand
As I take my last breath
Your head is warm against my chest
Can you hear it beating?
Twelve dollars says you can't.
I'm gagging on my own saliva.
My tears have ceased.
I have yet to amaze you
As I lay in this lacy death chest
Seeing your eyes
Last
Before closing mine
Forever
Is more comforting
Than anything
Ever has been
I have yet to amaze you
As they shove me gently
Into this less than fashionable
Black automobile
I see you gagging on your own saliva.
You tears haven't ceased.
I have yet to amaze you
As they drop my coffined body
Into a dark empty dirt hole
Knowing you're near
Even though I am
More than a lifetime
Away
Is more comforting
Than anything
Ever has been
The world turns gray
The boquet in your arms
Withers and falls
And you feel your heart stop
Your breath is non-existent
And you begin to lift
From the lifeless ground
I have no more wishes to amaze you
As I hold your body and sink
Into your eyes
Welcome to Heaven, love.
It wouldn't have been
The same
Without you
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| It was colder then
There once was a girl with hair of brown
She watched her boyfriend choke and drown
There once was a boy who would always cry
Was forced to watch his girlfriend die
There once was a world of horrible pain
With soil which held the blood of slain
And the two in love, their hearts would break
On their anniversary each year at the lake
Their hearts were heavy with cold darkened blood
And their hands were lonely and starving for love
The days would pass slowly and their minds would play
The same painful images recorded that day
Their breath cut off quickly and their hearts broke in sync
From the same dirty water the lovers did drink
And their hands tore away as they were pulled down so far
And their dreams were shattered as they drifted apart
And every year, it's always the same
When the dead awakes and watches their pain
And the lovers are together just to watch themselves die
And the little girl holds the little boy as he cries
And time stops for a moment, as the lovers hold hands
Their bodies grow cold and the moment grows bland
And again they must wait for another long year
To witness their death, and re-live their fear.
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