Sleeping With Corpses
In abandonment and shadow
I throw myself away
And to guess on what could happen
I will bury myself today
In nostalgic disrepair
My words become my shrine
In loneliness and passion
My life becomes my crime
In fear and wilting essence
I turn myself to dust
But in my vain and ghostly presence
I am the spirit of my lust
In rain and heavy winds
My mind is a chaotic race
Insane for an early winter
My heart begins to give me a taste
In my lack of sentence
I become everything I hate
In my prison lie unpunished feelings
It is my consciousness I must sedate
And I swear that I can still taste her
I swear that I can still see
But I swear that I’d only kill you
If I never take it out on me
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