Here I lie, in his hands
Below a bed, a sense of doom
A sickly sweet atheme
A charcoal smile, remembering.
Heavens sadness, in our eyes,
A mothers love, with damned disguise
Habitual lovers, on the streets
With pinhole cameras, and dirty sheets.
Out of breath, in empty rooms,
A sigh of sadness, leaves us bemused
Icy breath, against the wind
It's heavens sadness,
Remembering.



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