The Bled

My Cyanide Catharsis

The Bled


This scalpel makes a map across my back. 
Carve a short cut to your suitcase lips. 
There's no saving us tonight.
Our pulse will flutter like a dial tone. 
As you touch my hand for one last time, the car engine hums us to sleep. 
The lies. 
Your subtle teeth. 
Tonight is the rest of our lives. 
A carbon monoxide lullaby.
Evacuate. 
Abandon this breath. 
Pull myself apart. 
Just to feel something real. 
I close my eyes i turn my back for one last time. 
I hold my breath i fall alseep inside your arms. 
I close my eyes i turn my back for one last time. 
I hold my breath i fall alseep inside your arms. 
Your eyes reflect my regrets. 
All the feelings you cant afford and the ones i cant control have collided. 
Now i'm a mess. 
I've tried my best to hide it. 
Now it's obvious. 
I wear it in these wounds that never heal. 
There's no saving us tonight

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