It Must Be Take A Worm For A Walk Week - Eyes upon separation



her eyes carry me to my grave

where i lay awake beneath cupid's curse

tasting this decay

brought by another day

words taste of death

(her words taste of death)

lingering in my head

sent to kill

I'm still alive

my heart still bleeds

my eyes turn to grey

stars burn out one by one

my dreams burn out one by one

as these rose pedals peel...

she loves me...

she loves me not...



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