Every time I come home you're still there waiting, like a leper waiting for a cure, or an old artist waiting for supplies, neglected. Try to forgive me in this city, I need to stand on this broken glass and do things I know aren't easy, release the time frame or we will never be happy. Walk a path to the end of life, it will crack your skin and send chills down your throat, when the winter splashes over us we will be frozen and die like dogs, keep on moving forward, keep grabbing, rock by rock we will make it. Don't make me turn back or Hades will grab you again, make me trust you, make me believe, Orpheus would be proud.
Choking on pipes is not a life, its a fate. A decision we think we have made, thinking of you as we huff and we puff, as we cry and lie, maybe shake hands with the devil, sign a deed to a new body, withered and broken, hollow and beaten, eyes sunken and skin clawed and pale. Hypnotized.
Champagne tears, flowing like the amazon into a sickly basin. Where the basin lies are the natives, drunk off of sorrow. Above the natives the Gods watch, horrified, but too intrigued to intervene. Why do these creatures love such self harm, lets see what other harm they might enjoy.
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