I run these claws along my broken skin. I feel the fading warmth of the blood once found within. Agony. One more sun but I do not rise, another day I choose to sleep. I keep the minutes carved in my side but even now I do not weep. How I long to feel just anything, my eyes adjust again to see. My own prison built in self defense, now it protects my love from me. How much further can you fall from hell? The leather wings unfold as destiny is told, and so sets the sun. It cracks and falls away, the soul loses its weight and shadows replace the blood. Lay in the dark, lay in the mud watching the sky, lay in the cold, Lay in the street as the rain sings us to sleep. Lay in the cold.
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