A dream in a painting
Lost in a suicide
Tell me about your dreams
As they fade into ashes
I will brand my name into your veins
As I lose myself
And wake in you .
There’s a cold dawn
As I live in your sunrise
It’s the old museum
Where your painting hangs
I keep you in the safe
Tucked away
Locked with fridged cold fingers
With out thinking
I know .
As I’m lost between worlds
Time echos back like a razor
To you
Nothing I can do
Just find me
Nothing I can see
Just see me
Nothing I can feel
Just touch me
If I can live
I’ll die with out you
In a world full of regrets
You’ll regret losing
This part of me
That will ignite you
I’m the light in your dark hallway
The star in your midnight sky
The path when your asleep
On these rainy days
I scream
No one hears me
No one fucking gets it
But you
You hear me
And I hate you
And I love you
I can’t ever erase
I can’t ever erase
You .
You are tattooed beneath the surface of my skin .
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