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i am a fake.
a sparkling light that's left to dim each night after the fight.
we're screaming inside and out.
can't catch the slippery lies that spread off your tongue and into my heart.
we are lying.
desperately clinging to the notions of our hearts not beating slowly. slower still. we're in a high.
crashing down from the heavens like torpedoes in the ocean.
lock on to me, and let it go.
let it crash into me. my essence erased. forgotten. thrown away.
like the small amount of money you paid to send me away.
you'd given me a chance to succeed, so I wouldn't have to breathe down your neck each passing moment.
but life's a torrent.
a tormented bag of love letters and bloody daggers giving way to the thought that life is good.
life is frail.

and so we are.
here.
waiting for the world to start moving again. waiting for a new day to come where we are not the only ones who suffer.
play games with me. i'll erase the memory of our bed and sweaty palms.
the moaning, screaming and the frown.
because after it's all over, we will bleed.

bleed like manic depressives. the haters. the hearers. and the broken.
buy me a gun, but make sure it's loaded. so then, I can breathe.

and snap this little world into little pieces.
we're waiting. waiting for a lie. waiting for the new night to set our guns to cocked, so we can just forget that we were not perfect.

we're screaming.
inside, and out...

~End~

Description
i am a fake.
a sparkling light that's left to dim each night after the fight.
we're screaming inside and out.
can't catch the slippery lies that spread off your tongue and into my heart.
we are lying.
desperately clinging to the notions of our hearts not beating slowly. slower still. we're in a high.
crashing down from the heavens like torpedoes in the ocean.
lock on to me, and let it go.
let it crash into me. my essence erased. forgotten. thrown away.
like the small amount of money you paid to send me away.
you'd given me a chance to succeed, so I wouldn't have to breathe down your neck each passing moment.
but life's a torrent.
a tormented bag of love letters and bloody daggers giving way to the thought that life is good.
life is frail.

and so we are.
here.
waiting for the world to start moving again. waiting for a new day to come where we are not the only ones who suffer.
play games with me. i'll erase the memory of our bed and sweaty palms.
the moaning, screaming and the frown.
because after it's all over, we will bleed.

bleed like manic depressives. the haters. the hearers. and the broken.
buy me a gun, but make sure it's loaded. so then, I can breathe.

and snap this little world into little pieces.
we're waiting. waiting for a lie. waiting for the new night to set our guns to cocked, so we can just forget that we were not perfect.

we're screaming.
inside, and out...

~End~