Sometimes we’ll have a laugh and cut up for a while
The timer sings and now we are hostile
How I hungered for something different
I’ve been starved.
The ground bleeds with onyx
One by one
The lights flicker out
What I see isn’t what it is
I don’t understand,you do everything for the miss
My brain twisted and full of this foggy static
We weren’t what I thought, I know
Telling me to go
Waiting for you to say no
Empty and cold in the loneliness of this vast graveyard of a hallway
You are the only tombstone left it has its hold on me,it owns me
By oneself
As the ground bends and shakes
Nothing is left here anymore
I’ll get going
My hands are getting cold
Maybe we will do this again
We belong to the abyss
The flowers have withered
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