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By The Rocket Powered Vampire Submitted by rocketpoweredvampire Date: 2005 Jan 31 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.31.01.01.25401]] |
| Blood thickens while the atmosphere is fogged with the quiet things not mentioned. It's cold tonight and you are nowhere to be found. The cling clanging of scattering dishes remind me of a future that will never be. I know that you'll never be with me. Lately I've been wishing that I had one desire, on that makes me never want to love another. But this final chapter dies, take this pen a metaphor for the future? Running out of ink and fading away. I wish you were dead to me but in graves we dance and sing and cry and burn away in arrogance with our cup full and running over...heartbreaker. |