Friday, October 19, 2012

A Definition of Bliss




I just want to watch myself burn
across the floor for you
because no one hates me quite like I do.
I'm not sure why I'm wrong
or where my sense of morals went
I don't know how to change my scent
but I can't stay this way.

I just want to watch you turn around
but I can't see the sun under your shadow
and I can't breathe a word within your gallows
I'm not sure why I let you leave
or when my sense of love disappeared.
I don't know how to care without fear
and I might stay this way.

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