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and suicide by endless lies
ceases to appeal opposed to lust.
The length of rope twisted corpses,
suicide by homicide,
makes my voicebox tingle,
so I SCREAM.
By the scars on my heart
I make my choices
as the beat isn't steady, reliable enough.
Skulls and crossed buttoned up tight by the zippers.
I strap myself into my mandatory pants
and wade through the miserable sidewalk
pretending it never dried,
that she died
in a car wreck,
in an accident
so there's no one to blame.
But how romantic to die at the hands of a lover?
Then I wish it had been me who had died in the fantasy.
I wish it'd been tat I'd've drown in the clouds drinking it down
hung from the ripple's noose to the bottom of the sea.
I want to decay.
I wish she'd have killed me.
The rin I'd bought her haunts my
red orange black green
I wish white were an emotion
and death were a color.
I'd smile, and know the truth,
because my eyes are closed
but you still strain to