What was I thinkin'
Standin in line waitin
Waitin for some boots to lick.
I live for the nightmares
Opinionless and breathin shallow
As I fell there I ruptured myself so easily clinging, stretching, stuck and consumed by your darkness. Once upon a time scared, not tonight, not here, not ashamed lips are willing to spill juices upon dark colored sheets.
So there it was all along
Consuming ~ in past times ~ teaching a lost one
Threathened only by suggestion of no
Hearing voices tremble for me
Singing at the top of my lungs.
Screaming my name out to you.
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