Rusty stains on shirts and
tear stains on the bedsheets where we lay
Together with your arms entwined around me.
The cynics of this town
With their ideas and
assumptions and
fucked up relationships
Think that they can decipher what we have
In their hate.
Face distorted and destroyed with their ugliness.

I have a grand idea
Of going up in flames
Of suicide and death.
Of letting them find me
Wrists slit in the bath
Surrounded by milky pink waters.
Or dangling from the ceiling
Hemp around my neck
Like a broken doll.
What a tragic beauty -
A tragic death the moment I receive
The fatal kiss of death.

And my love
You shall weep
While everyone looks on
Blank marbles in their faces
And they shall hate themselves
For keeping us apart.

breathe // dream

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