Cut from redemption
as i fall from the sky
My sense of reality
has moments left
before it dies
The empty space beneath my eyes...
...and in my heart, is stained with lies
The apathy that I am shown
By those who are fulfilled is prone
to make me want to self destruct.
Bury the blade into my arms
Comfort is found for the crimson is warm
Approaching nervana, the numbness sets in
Two entities fall to the ground...
Snow descending all around...
Grief aparrent by the scars on their wrists...
with "I love you"...
etched into...
the frost on their lips.
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oh matt... i love you still but everything you have been doing has been drifting me from you..
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