every single word to every song
you seem to utter from your lips
erradicates this gut feeling
like morphine to pain
I can make this feel
dead
soon enough
anchors drop to the dirt
reaching its iron hands down
every ocean is lined with heartache
she used to walk so delicate
however, that has turned to stomps
underneath the stairs
the wraith, she sings
there she remains
every night, like you
reading words she can't even comprehend
slowly breathe as the blade cuts
and here we die
never to speak
deliver me from salvation
you were a vision
over and over
under the water
tonight we become
heaven and hell
eaten away by moths
cancer eats away at your soul
and mine
menacing like a drunken old man
every night over and over
release me
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