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I want to cry
It trickles down the chambers of a seldom beating heart
Bursting out the arteries that you had torn apart
And now I’m bleeding on the carpet
Wishing that sometime soon it’ll stop
But its not the way I long to be
The way I long to be is NOT
Able to feel anything
To see what I now see
Not capable of bleeding, believing my own deceit
Of smelling the rich scent of rubies
Of watching my own defeat
Of tasting the bitter tears
That rolled like crayons off of my cheeks
Numb to the core, cold as a corpse, silent as the fat lady sings
I want to be, alive without breathing
And to cry without feeling a thing.
Bursting out the arteries that you had torn apart
And now I’m bleeding on the carpet
Wishing that sometime soon it’ll stop
But its not the way I long to be
The way I long to be is NOT
Able to feel anything
To see what I now see
Not capable of bleeding, believing my own deceit
Of smelling the rich scent of rubies
Of watching my own defeat
Of tasting the bitter tears
That rolled like crayons off of my cheeks
Numb to the core, cold as a corpse, silent as the fat lady sings
I want to be, alive without breathing
And to cry without feeling a thing.
Published 16th Apr 2013
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