As It Seems
pieces of me were always on paper
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Strangle
The devil kneels by your bed
The place we therein lie
The tragedy of falling in love
As you came so willingly to die
I hold you close I barely breath
And your eyes are fixed on me
Our bodies still as we suffocate
Melting in a bed of dreams
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