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Ash t-tear tray

Tick.

Broken glass, a whole

shattered ash tray on the floor

I'm inhaling toxic dust

sticking to the

haemoglobin in my blood?


And I feel greater than ever,

just like they said,

today,

this very special day


when I was going to get

married! Tied to

an ordinary bastard

with whom I should be completely besotted,

of course,


except I wasn't.


I didn't even know him

the day he brought me that

pretty little ring

and I, of course, was obligated

to say yes, I'll take you

and what was your name again?


Your age? Wait, don't tell me
I don't want to know


So I turned

to the ash, my best friend,

to the powder I could stir and

make you feel so happy, so tired


(and I left you wanting,

wanting more)


so peaceful, and I hope you are

and I hope you're watching

as I caress these

sweet sharp shards


with burning skin,

with scorches in my veins


I love

more than I hate


clearly


always in-in-in

Breathe, breathe

in


intoxication.[/font]
Written by ODontherain (Melp)
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