broken bones, stitch by stitch
left to die, inch by inch
...
no one symbolism..
no coherent simile..
not a beautiful metaphor,
can bring you back to me.
...
three drips means the body’s bleeding
two means i’ve just begun
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let’s make sense of the past
sipping whiskey from a glass
...
it was a simpler time, it was a better time
but it’d be better if you were still mine
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when i wake to apocalypse
with the world crashing and burning
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the simple act of thought
seperates man from the beasts
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oh bacon, speak of your ways
hiss and whisper across the pan
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