I want this shadow to stop following me,
Staring with pupils ringed with dead colour,
A sigh of disaster is loud enough to deafen,
While the echo of a slit wrist is the background music,
Nerves torn and tied in a boquet,
Thrown on my coffin by the bride of yesteryear,
"I can count your successes on one of my hands",
She said those ten words with so much venom,
While the halo round her head span like a razor,
I breathed cold life from souless lungs,
Easy enough, the sky is scorched black,
While the widest of voids devour tommorow,
We're suffocating, together in black,
The empty glass is filling with desire,
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