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I don't think that I can breathe here without you!

This pillow upon my senses, I don't think that I can stand here on my own!

The numbness is taking over, I don't think that I can look at you; you're gone.

I'm just another something, sweet suicide embraces my lips as you kiss and the emotion fades, into a nothing darker than the circles taking home under my vision.



If I had realized that I just didn't think, then I wouldn't be wrapped up in your madness.

You're explicit rapture that takes residence inside of my thoughts.

Complete precedence over spirit turned to dust alone I would have told myself to stop go back.

Your voice is settling upon me and it is all I hear, what is this sickening void?



The only thing I need to breathe the life into me is to have you near.

Shackle me within your prison for I am already known here, no stranger to the depths of pity.

Remorse pain that I inflicted upon myself only to suffer within you, I just don't think.

Thoughts so prevalent to those in my soul, I stand alone within your prison.