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I promised I'd live
I promised I'd live, as I bled profusely from my wrist
And I will not betray your trust in this promise.
When silence falls,
Yet light and time remain; the seconds which are born in your absence become tangible and consuming.
Cold breath hypnotism fades into shivering attempts at sleep,
And when these eyes open to no reflections which truly look back at me, wondering if I'm dehydrated I'll rub dried eyes.
While on the tip of my tongue you sit,
And with your strength my lips are pulled tight
As I hide your name in silence, or a feeling I deny.
Your mind is spread across my senses, Yet perceivable as a portrayal.
For you now hang within the gallery of my mind
Upon a swing I had once though a noose.
My truths being forgotten.
Touch not yet permitted of such a perfect body,
Though no unclear word was spoken,
Every breath of yours stolen you may take back from me.
Could we extinguish the worlds noise with harmonized breaths?
A false sensation perhaps,
Yet you I have always believed.
A name I hide in silence waiting to be heard
A false sensation perhaps,
I will follow.
And I will not betray your trust in this promise.
When silence falls,
Yet light and time remain; the seconds which are born in your absence become tangible and consuming.
Cold breath hypnotism fades into shivering attempts at sleep,
And when these eyes open to no reflections which truly look back at me, wondering if I'm dehydrated I'll rub dried eyes.
While on the tip of my tongue you sit,
And with your strength my lips are pulled tight
As I hide your name in silence, or a feeling I deny.
Your mind is spread across my senses, Yet perceivable as a portrayal.
For you now hang within the gallery of my mind
Upon a swing I had once though a noose.
My truths being forgotten.
Touch not yet permitted of such a perfect body,
Though no unclear word was spoken,
Every breath of yours stolen you may take back from me.
Could we extinguish the worlds noise with harmonized breaths?
A false sensation perhaps,
Yet you I have always believed.
A name I hide in silence waiting to be heard
A false sensation perhaps,
I will follow.
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