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Push the sheep into the sea,
Drown it in the water,
We don't have much longer,
Take a breath and leave.
I am become a name,
I'll hope I am not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel like,
Because I only can choose between hell or high water,
can't escape the horror of somber tone and vivid imagery created by the memories of you.
Am I just a moth to your flame,
And I'll burn my wings if I come too near,
If your demons can't dance with me,
Then I've fallen for your shine,
But I never wanted you without your threat of darkness that was hidden within you.
Jealousy grew in my twisted mist heart, faulted myself for the envy I had,
How could you not feel the way I felt,
Alluring it must be, to be empty for once, no more untouchable bitterness laying in my stomach,
making me sick and craving for affection.
But I died every night to let you live and endure pain for the sake of mine
The fear of hurting you and you not wanting me,
Because maybe you realize one day that I'm just function bones and questions.
Unapologetic consuming intimacy when you haunt me,
I saw the devil in your eyes and loved you anyway.
I'm full of guilt, but it's late,
You called a thunderstorm on me, Darling,
Now I have to find home again.

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