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We dance upon shards of glass, my love
I am weak from a dangerous embrace that slipped away
It never happened
You are almost where I want you,

a fleeting thought

I keep dying slowly in front of you
Your dark eyes watch and itch at scars
A smile forms at the corners of your lips

My hands tear away at my own veins and

you admire the artwork

Always feeling numb
You watch me squirm

Say nothing
then comfort me

then push me out

soon..

you'll look past the rain
and tie the noose

maybe you'll search for the
clear skies that will take me away forever

I want to tell you, never look back up...

clouds will only tell you that I was

never done loving you