Thursday, November 6, 2008

You're naive to believe, that God would find you.
Sensually carved scars, arms tainted with precious burn marks
Travel with me to our sweet pandemonium.
Addict to our divine despair. Let the heroin take us away.
Let's get drunk on shadows. Killing ourselves one breath at a time.
Running your blade over my spine.
My lungs are aching, like a smoke filled window.
Ash exhaled. Poison enriches our bloodstream.
Let the needle hit your vein, so we can forget our pain.

Lets be free. A chaos of our own.
Our world, heroin, its all us. Everything.
Dance with me won't you. Rest in my arms.
You said this would be forever.
Let's learn how to die together.

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