Jim, he whispers to her,
Angels call her name...

On this
My trail of solitude...

Touch some tender spot
That has never met existence...

I love the way you slither down
My throat, a smooth dry burn...

Dove in head first
Didn't see the rocky bottom...

I'm crying
For I can't stop smiling...

I loved too much back then
Love too little now...

Once
They called me poet...

Neighbor killing neighbor,
Friend betraying friend...

Maybe I never stopped bleeding
After all...

Can I have a kiss,
Before I cut your throat...

We drift apart
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