Entrust me with your soul, trade me matches
for words so I can set virulent memories on fire -
they will only betray our love.
Be my/ voltage.
Turn me amber; let's sear each other in the
condemnation of misery, map out forbidden
forests where our secrets once buried us.
Let's shock each other into real life.
Be my/ painkiller.
I know we shouldn't wash our minds in such
opiates, but you sedate the acrid thoughts that
set in me; my heartbeat is too loud for my footsteps.
Follow me - we can be in control.
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Written 2/19/15 @ 11:19 PM while listening to Three Days Grace.
