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So we caught you red-handed, cradled in a sadist conscience.
3 2 1 her countdown to (the)
Break of dawn might offer salvation at the hands of a hero.
Escape by the hands of her savior.
Darkness falls.
run mascara that leave charcoal trails down those rouge red cheeks
Oh God…
The way you dance like violence…
Godamn, it makes me so hot.
Blush and kiss her.
A little harder.
A little faster.
More intense, you fucker.
Self appointed leaders of the expedition.
Self proclaimed as saints and martyrs.
“Who’s at fault?”
Pointing fingers breaking mirrors.
We’re still screaming “off with OUR heads”
*
Glimpse a light and strive to rise.
Difficult.
Shiver colder darker.
It’s been 5 o’clock for days.
9 am for hours.
Still in bed.
Dressed in black.
Dressed in blue.
Dyed in red.
Blush and kiss her.
Fuck her.
G’iver.
Little faster.
More intense you fucker.
More intense.
9 am for hours.
Still in bed.
Still in bed the shadows speak of sweet escape and dance across the ceiling
caught in fading light.
Fading light blind to open eyes.

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from The More I Inhale​.​.​.​the more I wish I was an Astronaut., released October 10, 2004

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