I am the rapture in your arms I am that indescribable stench I am a scarlet manifestation celebrated in darkness I am misunderstood I am cold lips cracking under the tide do not forget me I am the smoke you breathe
But you were the solstice The disheartened That frozen fairy tale Dissilusioned dialogue of That impeding abysmal still print A front page facsimile Some lost incommunicable transmission Of fraudulent recovery antics Wasn't it worth it To forget That you couldn't heal That the sickness only spreads That this weakness is your only exploit. To those that drink to that.
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The disheartened
That frozen fairy tale
Dissilusioned dialogue of
That impeding abysmal still print
A front page facsimile
Some lost incommunicable transmission
Of fraudulent recovery antics
Wasn't it worth it
To forget
That you couldn't heal
That the sickness only spreads
That this weakness
is your only exploit.
To those
that drink
to that.
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