DISTRACTED FOR A MOMENT
BY A SUDDEN CHILL THAT FROZE MY SPINE
AND THE COLD WINTER WIND
MAKE ME ASK FOR YOUR WARMTH, THE SMELL OF YOUR SKIN
IN MY HANDS STRONGLY ATTACHED
AND ON EVERY PILLS I TOOK
TO END OUR HEARTACHE
REALITY BASHED AND END THIS FANTASY
I WILL GATHER EVERY SINGLE ROPE
TO MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU
CUT MYSELF OUT THIS HOLE
I WILL WRITE THE THINGS WHICH MY EYES CONCEAL
AND FOR EVERY PAIN I WROTE IS ANOTHER SERENITY
A SIMPLE TOUCH MAY TURN INTO A SIMPLE FATAL BURN
I STILL WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN
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