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HAPHBAKED
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Kill Me Cold

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The skies are hung
From giant gallows
Tears in their eyes,
Gray thoughts spreading

Gales take time
To beat me senseless
On the path to realization
While I wander, unaware,
That I fool myself
To think
I'm walking straight

Under storms
My eyes are blank
Like holes
Full of cobwebs
Rotten from underuse

Behind the veil
Lie certain thoughts
I think
Too radical
To say

Like fire,
I burn inside
Deeper felt than seen
Where my heart
Holds reign
Over the romantic
I claim to be

There I see me
For what I really am
But lose it
Like a thunder
That chooses
Not to linger

Each time
I take a gulp,
The air fills
My failing lungs
And each time
You're here
I'm gone

To dusk, I run,
With a mind to disappear
A bag of forgiveness,
My conscience clear

Both eyes shut,
I fall, spinning
At the center
Of all questions
And all the answers
Kill me cold

But I knew
Without a doubt
That when it died
I'd want it back
And curse
For not being
Strong enough
To take it

So here I am
With thoughts in hand,
A pen to write,
Paper to fill
Yet I don't know
Which words I want
To spill in black
From the veins
That stretch
And bleed,
Everytime
I breathe,
Alone

 

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