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Humanity will bathe in our transparency. Positioned over trenches, we allow our wounds to drain. Searching for a virgin conduit in vain. How comforting it feels to breath with your knees upon my chest. When consciousness disguises itself as paralysis. Positioned over trenches so we can purge ourselves of rain.

Falling from our wounds through empty arteries, you are the blood that my heart bleeds. Thieves There are no rewards for consuming the wounded. Starved for an easy kill, keep your hunger at bay. I will use your flesh to keep her warm.

Your God would break character if he could for a chance to spit in your face. Guardian angels couldn't keep you safe from me. With my last breath, I will strangle you to death with your own fucking hands.

I will make my peace removing the arms of unrepentant thieves. Rope Portraits of hope reflecting off a blade that bears my name.

Hanging inches from my head, there is no light bright enough to bring my shadow back to life. A presence that the fortunate weren't predisposed to feel. My seance of surrender will fall upon deaf ears.

Promises I have disowned appear before me resembling the outline of my soul. Unravel me, ever sentence makes me sick. Bound and abandoned by a noose that lifts me off my feet. Hanging like a halo overhead, I knew your rope was made for me.

Fading, I fall backwards into the dust. Positioned vertically, but a casket knows to catch me. Buried only waist-deep in the earth, we carve the fading features of our silhouettes into our coffin doors. Hope is a blade that bears my name.

I knew your rope was made for me. A Memory Misread Don't adorn me like the dead. I deserve to look like myself once again. Suspend from the sky like ornaments. Nothing to no one, only memories misread. I am a farewell that even heaven won't accept. Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can't forget.

Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best. Separate me from a finished product like needle and thread. Translating words to portray the vacant pages they live in. A requiem worshipped for the pauses it contains. Praising not the essence but the meaningless remain. Collecting shards from mirror images of me. I am no idol for the weak.

Nothing to no one, a memory misread. Fragile Limbs Dissolving in small oceans. Responsible for concentrating currents to match a pulse in use that no longer exists. Resurfacing only when we're running out of air. Apprehensive from our absent-heartedness.

Spitting blood from confidence confessed. Inducing dreams in which we never met to rid myself of regret. We were a pair of fragile limbs, too weak to carry us to bed. Stretched so thin but somehow burning at both ends. Foreshadowing the pain of transferring dead weight, while we can barely stay awake. A self inflicted severance will seal our fate. Let it die. We had to let this die. Dissolving in small oceans like the salt into our wounds.

To match the pulse in us that no longer exists. You're Not You Anymore A garden grew between us in the love we lived without. Remaining faithful to the flood, our tears have purpose in a drought. Tread lightly, so footprints can't disturb the bed we've made.