Although my glass, it is still aching.
Broken hands and bodies hated.
I will not be his for taking.
Opened up and fleshy faded..
Sockets burst, too low for seeing.
Skies undraping from the ceiling.
"I will not." I kept repeating.
Sink into a numbing feeling..
She was gone because I said so.
Not because you were unblinded.
She was bleeding out the window.
She still is, but you won't find it..
Kiss my empty eyes so lonely.
Stitch a smile to their faces.
Break and bending, kick and hold me.
Met the people in their places..
Cry into my lover's host.
Skin so hidden from the light.
Killing things I love the most.
Don't lie to me, it's not alright.
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