Come with me,
Take my hand and let me lead you,
Into my world,
Where it rains my tears,
And my broken dreams
Hang from the ceiling
You would see your face,
Glint in the blackness of each of them,
With me in the corner,
My body covered in cuts and bruises,
Skin withered and purple,
Where you kept me chained to your soul,
Can't move my arms to touch you,
Can't move my head to kiss you.

The pressure is too strong,
The want too much,
The willingness to accept too little,
Bonds ready to break,
Thoughts wanting to escape,
My eyes twisting and manipulating,
You're written thoughts,
Until the contours resemble the ones I want to see,
And the letters leak blood,
That funny feeling in my throat,
Appearing just at the mention of your name,
Trying to not scream out my true feelings,
Just to see if it could change anything.

And I realise as I lift my head to the stars,
It would not'¦

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