I'll still flip through the snap casket supplied our ancient courses,four lifetimes down the line I'm not progressive at allowing things to go,you give that line too many times, I'd arise to consume the chemicals,i read my books full of death i confess,i read and die alone.i was there for so long, in heaven or any place i could recall,study faces in a parking lot, the street in the park and in the dark. i will wait for you there.in things that I've herd. add to my casket my valuable loss, everything I've ever loved.on my death bed i pray for the angel i met. i pay that the eyes in your mind close as a pass as i look back in fear that we will never have another dream, that I'll find peace when I'm gone,when its all too late.i know i howl at the thunder, i know it will never end so why keep hoping things will start to mend.
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