The Skeleton

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I'd rather be sick,
I'd rather be blind,
I'd rather someone find beauty,
In the black space that originally contained my eyes,
Than to embrace you,
Whilst saying goodbye,
I'd rather just die,
As long as you're dying too,
Than to stay inside,
This walking body that contains a lie,
I'd rather never wake,
From the beauty of this dream,
I'd rather be sempiternally sad,
I'd rather be forever broken,
I'd rather admit I can't heal my soul,
Than for you to go,
I'd rather just cry,
Till my eyes wear away,
And when my vision is gone,
I never have to see the light that shines in the morning,
The light of day,
I'd rather be mutilated,
I'd rather be isolated,
As long as I'm here with you,
Because without you,
None of my something's mean a single thing,
You made me beautiful,
Now my being is where ugliness lies,
The words you used to describe my eyes,
Are the ones replayed over and over in my mind,
From your adorable voice,
I'd like to find two miniature knives,
And cut out what's inside the space,
They don't mean as much as you,
And your love,
I miss your face,
I miss your hands,
I miss your touch,
I miss everything over which I used to lust,
I'd sacrifice anything imaginable in a right mind,
To see your face again,
I love you,
You're perfect,
Without you, I'm just not worth it.
Help me carry on,
If you ever hear this or see this,
I'll already be gone,
At the current moment,
I'm gone beyond repair,
My I'm fine's and triple I promise's are irrelevant,
My smiles and giggles are fake,
I'd love to call out my dark Angels,
Because I see myself committing to this pretty razor blade...
I don't have to be saved,
Nor is that my best desire,
My fiending won't end,
Until I see you again...
Let's sleep forever,
When mercy is lain in my grave,
Let's remember the times we had while alive,
And haunt the dreams of the people who killed those of ours,
I love you,
I know you love me too,
Let me fall,
Let me die,
I don't want to be missed,
Or even remembered,
I still can't forget,
The pain of the wretched, December
Let my body, lay underground, then ware away,
I'd rather be blind
Than to see the next day...

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 18, 2015 ⏰

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