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Think of it

Yes-

Dream of it

Those nights

when you wake up from

those old familiar dreams

Like when I was at her house

shut and locked the bathroom door

found her knife

and fell against the bathroom door

and prayed she'd call to me

and what would I say

what should I say

I'm sorry for the stains

I'd get them out if I could



Oh yes- wish for it

Those empty days when you're

driving off to nowhere

and it doesn't really matter anymore

so close your eyes

lift your hands

and run the car

into a fucking tree

No one has to know

they'll just think I lost control

I guess I did

and I won't have to leave a note behind



Put your wrists to the razor

and sing a requiem

in a hotel bathtub

candles burning everywhere

my favorite song on the radio

Lay down and find the vein

that sets you free

kiss the blade

savor the taste

cold metal drifting over your tongue

stroke it with your lips

trace it with your

trembling fingertips

Sweep it down and over your wrists



Yes-

think of it

dream of it

So many plans

how to make it perfect

So grand so beautiful so decadent

taking over everything

with bleeding wrists

or maybe I'll stand tall

spread my arms

close my eyes and I'm flying

open them and I'm falling



Yes-

think of it

dream of it

lust for it

But never do it.