Slitting my wrist to not feel this pain
It's a tragic war , she whispers in the darkness of where your light used to shine
She looks down , can't be a friend of time .
I close brass button jacket
Slip on my glasses and hide behind black ink edges , burning like ashes
Can you see the flames ?
Left here alone , no ones to blame
Soul is a ghost I sent with you
With puffy red lips
A heart
A wish
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