March 4, 2009
Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood
I am a spirit starving for vindication
You stand there, comforted by her love
Perhaps we lost it so much sooner

I nuture your melancholic hand
As you erase only your own suffering
We die at dawn tomorrow
For I only hold the tethers of my own world now

Who summons us now from our grave?
If we were to wake again, that is

A mutable love between two
We are the dead
You are the bullet to my head
Because you're shattering my heart again

Closure can never be found
When the ghosts are still out

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