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i watched her body sprawled out and took a nibble at her vein. the blood flowed in eternity, the taste
remained the same. i took a thousand pictures, none of them retained. she laid there helpless, and i covered her
with clothes. too dead inside to feel a pulse, and my face was too numb to show remorse. i gave her everything
she ever wanted, and took some for myself. we crawled into bachelor apartments, and created our own hell. the
rats, the mice, the cockroaches, they all starved to death. we drew our dreams all over the walls in pastel pencil crayons.
we abandoned the world and stole our own, with some pieces of metamorphic rock. if you loved her as much as i did, you'd
feel it was enough. she broke away from everything and claimed she felt no pain. as i watched her, mesmerized,
i listened to the rain.
she spoke in constant riddles, her breasts were always exposed. but only i could touch
them, only i could take her home. and she was far from beautiful, she was my little whore. i watched her lay there
lifeless, as open as the shore.
her voice a broken puppet, the batteries needed replacing. but i was always
by her, high and reminiscing.
she used to laugh so vividly, her eyes lit up the night. and now i watch her
empty, the tourniquet's still tied. she broke her own realities and i was always alone. she came to me for comfort,
and i beat down her foes.
her body lays there hungry, her mind can't help but abstain. a few more broken bibles,
a little nourishment for her veins.
her veins they bulge like life-vests, aching for some more. i trace them
with my finger, and i can feel the bone. she would let me cut her, her body a work of art. she was my canvas,
and the motor i rode it on.
just one bachelor apartment, and ripped up posters on the walls. her body was my
home, as old and dull as it was. as her body rises, her heartbeat lingers on. her motions come in waves, and her
love grows weaker still. but she is my anguish, and i could never move on. i am her comfort, i protect her mingled
cries. my smile for her longing, her tits for my time.
always longing, waiting for the next big rush to come.
and i am left searching for a better stone. cause i will give her anything, just to rest my head between her legs.
some would say we're lost in this and some would say we're fake.
but she is my nightmare, the fairy take i wont
escape.
the wounds i repeatedly break.
my whole life at stake.
my whole life.
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