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Boredom Slaughter
Another young lover Mourns
A rose hiding under its own thorns.
Pride in peril
A kiss so sterile
But her dance is still a little something special.
Here I go
Another futile crusade
Sea sick in this tideless ocean
Trying to read a sundial in the shade.
Wasn't it nice?
The laughter that came from upstairs.
Wasn't it nice?
The silly drunken prayers
Our dreams screeching to a halt.
As we cleaned each other's wounds with salt.
Waiting here scraping the bottom of the barrel.
As a branch rots off the family tree.
There's nothing over the horizon
If I fail to remember they'll be nothing left.
Another who wishes they never had me.
Our love is in Hospice
Jesting of lives injustice.
