Sunday, January 17, 2010

Insicion

Your time darkens my door
without my permission.
Leave your broken heart at home.
Show me your colors no more.
I don't care about your strife,
don't care about your aspirations.

Leave me to my troubles,
just get on with your life.


Your kisses taste like death to me,
Insicion on the table - slice, inspect, disect,
Formaldehyde.
Your kisses taste like death to me.


Just leave me,
with the time we had.
Not interested
in your walk through life.

Your embraces strangle me.


Your kisses taste like death to me,
Insicion on the table - slice, inspect, disect,
Formaldehyde.
Your kisses taste like death to me.



I guess I killed you
By taking back my time.
Promises were meant to be broken,
just like mine
if I had a heart,
I should've felt it's beating stop

when your kisses killed me.

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