this sky is busy making its plans, and im here busy missing you so bad, i
can still hear her voice calling out my name. this time its taking its
strain on this wine, fermenting, its not tasting like it should, but you
cant go wrong with love. yeah with love, and i can still hear her voice
calling out my name. you are me, like sex is like drugs, and like bullets
kissing death inside of this cutting room floor. sing me to sleep, tender
like the sound of violin players, screw it.. lets just forget who we are,
and fuck it..lets just forget about who we used to be. i need this so, and
this time is making frustration in my arms.

this is not what i expected to find, colors so ordinary, this white, this
bleach on my shirt. my eyes are fixated on you.

sometimes i feel as if i can grab all the stars, this is more than
un-believable. i could die tomorrow and be where i can not feel this or
anything at all. void this sorry time away, im beginning to feel as if im
losing, losing this game. i throw myself againt the wall, drink what alkohol
i have left just to make this pain kill me even more. youll see my lying on
the floor, i wrote these thoughts that linger in my broken mind, choking on
lonliness, wheres that call?, im expecting to see you tonight at 7:30, i
swear if i dont this time, im gonna pass myself away again. its what you
want, no there is no more time to mess around. but at least the river keeps
flowing with its ice cold water.

 
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