Fallen Necromancers
You and I are bleeding out the dust
That brought us both back to our life
And we're breathing in the silver trust
And we're exhaling the softest starlight
.
We are intertwined, Adam and Eve
Darkest serpentine apple that we give
Separated from our garden of Eden
But one went, and only one remained
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Trying to recreate with a single inhale
An experiment that has always failed
Attempt to rewrite, change, and revive
What, in the first place, was never alive.
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Poetry♠♠♠ La Douleur Exquise. French term, meaning: the exquisite pain of loving someone unattainable. ♠♠♠ Just one more hit and then we're through 'Cause you could never love me back Cut every tie I have to you 'Cause your love's a fucking drag... ♠♠♠
