What do you want from me?
Why won't set me free?
Why must your sweat-slick skin be pressed to mine?
As your pulse rate dips, your heartbeat skips
And your tears taste of brine.
You once were the brightest star,
That the night-sky illuminated.
Your voice bore me through the hours,
When in the arms of nightmares I lay entwined.
You wrote to me a thousand songs,
Or maybe they were never mine.
Could 've been love or narcotics,
Or the site wherein they intertwine.
And now my shirt's stained with your sins,
As you gaze at me with unseeing eyes.
Tomorrow, they'1l
tonight, I'll sleep say the brightest fell
But in your fractured light.
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