its dark here n i cant sleep,
underneath the webs of you,
your scent crawling on my skin
your eyes burning in my throat..
i swallow you
i swallow you whole...
n now you are apart of me
ripped from my own chest...
the heart still beats...
n ive found as much as ive lost in you...
doesnt realy matter does it...
hanging on n letting go....
makebelive...
carnivles n there bloody
parades of not quite right
n entertaining...
n the wild in me wants to go
hungry into the forest
n be fed.....
n you are all bones n my closet...
i blew love into you n brought you to life..
but im not enough for you n you
dont satisfy me....
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