Our secrets in syndication

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Do you see me now?

Drunken and bloodied in our hometown 

haunting the places we used to frequent

Welcome to Sleepless nights you'll spend with ghost watching dreams die

The haunting memories of the dying days of you and I

Playing on like reels of film doomed on repeat

My mind this cursed projector, My heart the shattared silver screen

these spheres of light cast thru it's crack signal a brand new day

but a new sun offers little comfort just the burden of yesterday

These moments hold only misery, my life, my serenity, are what I lost to you

marked with certainty these are my dying words

destined to fall on deaf ears

The pin isnt the only thing bleeding on this paper

These are the words forced from my throat by suffer and scorn

So for lack of something beautifully poetic and for lack of better words

I hope you choke 

And I'll leave you like you left me here

searching for the words and gasping for air

 

That's what I have thus far.