Death to sleep
The devil’s eyes are blue gems of raindrops
A color of emotion and frozen hearts
On that couch you had your emotionless movement
Human skeleton riding the escapist fantasy
Vampiristic manipulation stealing your future
Trapped in living flesh with bloody waterfall
information
Instead she drowns in the knowledge of 7 swords
Your broken bones are in her mouth
Week’s , months and years of goodbye
My silence is really your screaming
Fingernails dig their home into her unwanted
flesh
Tasting the blades of no
Resting in the disease
That has become her life
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