Nine of Spades
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Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.
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Post by Nine of Spades on Sept 1, 2009 15:28:39 GMT -6
Dirty hands can't wipe away you're tears, And how cold you've made the floor with them. Beneath your bed an ocean lies in wait And who knows how deep it goes?
How fast would I drown? Trying to swim Over the dark, repulsive depths of blackness, You got lucky, you can float, so light your body must be To possess such glorious buoyancy
But the envy for it tears at my soul, Please, pull me from your suffocating waters, But wash yourself of me quickly after, I've become your favorite enemy.
And the words just seem to roll so easily Off your tongue, like venom from a snakes. If I could only be so lucky to have such brilliance. As if you'd left anything alive.
No, in your wake you left only death. Dying friendships, dying loyalty, dying love. Can't you take a moment to help us to our feet? Or are we to "beneath you" now?
You've left me some undying thing, Some undead flesh bag clawing for a savior, Lacking hope, lacking faith, lacking a mind, Which as we know, is a terrible thing to waste.
Pick me up or let me drown, Don't sit their contemplating the consequences Of actions you could never, would never take. We all know, full and well, what you'll always do.
So, reach for me with dirty hands, And let me dry your tears for you. Then watch as I dive in again, The sea creature you could never hope to be.
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