Grab my wrist and slit it there
Took Your blood, did not let it stare
Made it shout
Allow I feel
I’ll guard my heart
Purify for Thee
Do the lead and see me through
Drain me down
Clean me up
Stitch me, please, once more anew.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Jan 17, '07 12:50 PM
All hallucinations let them cease,
For darkest music is lull to my ear.
Whatever is true, allow it to un-blind me.
The dance of tragedy seems poetic, You see.
Spare me again from the lion’s den,
Return my breath, for this I can’t bear.
Once more my death here I lay,
Push me forth away that lovely grave.
For darkest music is lull to my ear.
Whatever is true, allow it to un-blind me.
The dance of tragedy seems poetic, You see.
Spare me again from the lion’s den,
Return my breath, for this I can’t bear.
Once more my death here I lay,
Push me forth away that lovely grave.
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