I’m awaiting the burn, tonight in your arms I move closer within. I feel it deep in my stomach, as it pushed I hemorrhaged trying to stay awake. Faces identical to mine, in a thousand mirrors encased with blunders. I stare in it and bleed outside in the pitch black coating, I missed this chance to give you something real. Something that wasn’t just about myself, I wrote this in real time and in passionate flattery. You’d never know, it may have been for you but I guess not. Do you really see it, can you sense that like I know. You killed the mood, if it weren’t for you I may still be whole. I walk within this room, waiting for that blow hard but it never came to pass. Did you earn that name, or was it incensed within a blast.
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