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dying.

I am the dying.
And I am the dead.
Playing with words, painted on strings above your head.
Is it crazy, is it fun?
Do you watch out for me, by the ocean, burning under the hot sun?

But maybe I had it coming. Maybe it was my fault.
Critical, captured thinking. Like I'm an essay.
Write on me, what you like. But only I know the real me, and the spaces of the voices underneath internal screams..

Writing. Is breathing. For me.
Little words, like paper airplanes. We watch the sky change, knowing a new morrow will come.

Take me in your arms.
Wrap those chains around me. Cross my heart, let me die, then I'll watch you as you cry.
Miss me you may, but in your heart I'll ever stay..

Live to die. Die to live. One in the same. Flip the coin under the rain.
Drop drop she goes. She has a voice, but no one knows. She's screaming. Just like you.
Beneath the make-up. Beneath the cold blue lights. I know you're wasted, beneath auburn sights.

I then watched you, as you bleed.
With the razor in your hand. help me please..
They're the words we want to say. But never can.
We're reaching. And falling. Surviving and climbing..

onto better things..

~End~

Description
dying.

I am the dying.
And I am the dead.
Playing with words, painted on strings above your head.
Is it crazy, is it fun?
Do you watch out for me, by the ocean, burning under the hot sun?

But maybe I had it coming. Maybe it was my fault.
Critical, captured thinking. Like I'm an essay.
Write on me, what you like. But only I know the real me, and the spaces of the voices underneath internal screams..

Writing. Is breathing. For me.
Little words, like paper airplanes. We watch the sky change, knowing a new morrow will come.

Take me in your arms.
Wrap those chains around me. Cross my heart, let me die, then I'll watch you as you cry.
Miss me you may, but in your heart I'll ever stay..

Live to die. Die to live. One in the same. Flip the coin under the rain.
Drop drop she goes. She has a voice, but no one knows. She's screaming. Just like you.
Beneath the make-up. Beneath the cold blue lights. I know you're wasted, beneath auburn sights.

I then watched you, as you bleed.
With the razor in your hand. help me please..
They're the words we want to say. But never can.
We're reaching. And falling. Surviving and climbing..

onto better things..

~End~