And it comes to take me away,
this thing I love this beautiful day.
But inside I know,
the day will grow old and slow,
and it comes to rust again,
and I know this cycle will never end.
When all things angelic waste and die,
and nothing is beautiful to these eyes.
Here it comes to take me away,
this beautiful drug in its beautiful way.
And again nothing can touch me,
yet this also means nothing can be,
so nothing is real,
and there is nothing to feel.
Pulled down by the weight of gravity,
the haunting mockery of reality,
to me this world is such an ugly thing,
and I have nothing but nightmares to bring.
And he comes to take me away,
this beautiful boy in his beautiful way.
Opening his wrist he gives me his blood,
and I swallow his life in its flood,
so together we live and never can die,
as I slit the throat of a once-blue sky.
Nothing is real and no one is there,
in his loving arms I do not care,
and I become nothing
 
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