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The alcohol on your breath burned like acid through my lips. It left a scar, a souvenir of a night I would rather forget. Hear that sound? Those are the footsteps of the skeletons that just broke down your closet door. I think they'd like a word with you, and they don't look too happy. [Call me paranoid, but I can see fingerprints from every hand that's touched your skin. Call me paranoid. ] Truth is the best weapon at your disposal, but it's the only one that you never use. Contrary to what you'd normally expect, I'm not here to save you from some unseen force that only turns out to be yourself in the end. No. My only intentions are to make all this easier for me. I speak with self-righteous tones, paranoid.

Slick shoes on slick pavement, ask me a lie. Ask me to lie tonight, and I will pretend we were friendly again. I will pretend to like your name. Please close her eyes for me when you are done. [She curls her hair around her finger, and you know you've never seen arousal until it shined from her lips. Her perfume fills your nostrils and breaks down barriers in time and space. You'll kill tonight. You'll kill tonight. You will become your rapture. ] They keep underestimating you. That choking sound is the resolution to a problem that seemed to have no solution. Show me the pictures again from when she was a fucking model. Show me her skinny bones and her perfect nose, and I'll shake my fucking fist in anger. Show me a child's drawing in and outside of the lines and I will wave my wrist around like you can hear my weaker words. Make her say your name tonight. Make her breathe in unison and feel her heartbeat arise. Please close her eyes for me when you are done, when you are done. You will kill tonight. You will kill.

Suffocating on your ambience, I'm choking down inconsistency in all I've strived for, through blood and shit-stained eyes. [Hold the torch for me, guide me between the demons. Draw the map for me and tell me stories. ] Embalm my emotions dear. Embalm me as well. All along this treacherous bridge, the view makes me want to turn back. But if I push on further, I know the greener scenery will take me with open blades of grass. Take charge. Take the lead. Take the reins from me.

Correction: I'm not running, not this time. My feet will be secured firmly by cement, and I will take the abuse courageously. Why the sudden change of heart? Well, I've realized that my eyes see your lips and send signals to my brain to get out of the way (of the oncoming steamrolling). [But my eyes cannot convince me to flee, because my pride has become the armor that surrounds me.] A snippet from the conversation: "wrap this microphone in gold because my words are a priceless treasure, and your mouth is a worthless pleasure." Normally, I'd expect nothing less. I am surely not myself today.

Turning corners rapidly, I think you've grown accustomed to this taste for speed. [All in all, I'd like to say that you were a formidable adversary.] Too bad you could never get exactly what it is you wanted. You never could shed all that skin that was always weighing you down. And yet, through lies and turbulent nights, you remained at my back all the time (tailing me and breathing down my knees). I'd love to lie and say that you caught me, but I won't, because anything that resembles truth remains a blur to you.

This is the wrong direction for our destination, but I'll never know and never mind. I've been driving for fifteen minutes now. I really don't think we will ever crash. [She said, "Never stop and I'll never stop." Never stop romance.] She takes the wheel and lets me rest, but before I hang my head, I realize I don't even know her name. This isn't the same girl I fell asleep with before. She said she'd rather not get home too late, but I know the way to a much more scenic path (and aftermath, and ecstasy, and one more trip down memories). I wish I hadn't run out of gas.

And this is pain, a ghost that seems to linger. It's something you and I have both felt, but at least there's a weight at the end of this long rope. [Just know that no matter who calls your name, you and I now share a bond.] Under a blade (a silhouette in silver), they've adjusted all that makes us human. But we can peer through shadows, and know that all we left behind was a fault and a flaw... a ripple in our design. Together we will stand unbroken, together we remain. This one's for Justin. And so, as long as we both shall remain here, I'll be the shoulder that you can lean onto, Justin.

If your weapons could speak, they'd scream to me between dying breaths. Overuse has ravaged them, and your sleeve is so bloody from the stolen hearts you've pinned upon it. [Get a new hobby. Get a new hobby. I'm leaving, and I'm not cleaning up this mess. ] Oh, the damage I've witnessed... the souls that won't remain. Don't cry anymore, your tears have stained my hardwood floor. All that's left inside you is a bottle with a note that reads: "I can never trust. I will never love, and I will never be free."

I'd like for you to feel this. I'd love for you to cry tears of fire that melt away your dishonest smile. [This is a knife piercing an asymmetric heart, and I'm glued to the handle.] I lick the blade, and I'm reminded of the time you cut your lip, and I kissed it better. As I run my tongue along the silver, I feel more than you've ever let me. As I run the blade along my tongue, I feel more than you. Can I separate myself from the memories that flood back into my mind? Like all the times I gave up on myself and let myself die? I lick the blade, and I realize that the blood tastes better than kisses you've blessed me with. I'll never regret a thing. This is my knife, and I'm glued to the handle.

This could be a change of pace for each of us, or this could merely be lightning striking twice. If the latter holds true, I'll scrape your charred remains off the pavement and smother them with kisses. Slip, and slipped away. I can't hold you when you shake like this. But honey, I will always whisper, loud enough for only you to hear. My words will bind us. Fuck the sky. [Take the curlers out of your hair, take the sunshine out of your skin. As these stars fall, we drift within, and heaven may never know about the angel I've stolen. ] A kindred spirit washed away in flame and I, arduously reaching out for the one thing that holds true (for the final thing that holds me to you). Time is the only thing that moves in just one direction, but my heart can never back away from you.

Let's run. Let's run from shoreline to shoreline. Winter is coming, but we'll never even know. I'm sorry I have nothing to bring along on this vacation, but I have enough to start a fire. [I'll watch the embers flicker past your eyes. This beach is ours tonight, for hours tonight. We'll have enough time to marry your lips to mine. ] We've made the spring last this long, and obviously you've got no place else to go. We've stopped the snowfall before it ever began. Winter is coming, but we'll never even know. Our fire will keep us warm as we run from shoreline to shoreline. This beach is ours tonight, this beach is ours for hours. This beach is ours tonight.

And I think this rape scene arouses you to the point where the eyes tearing, screaming, "help me," make you feel indestructible. But how fast will you run will my bullets in your kneecaps? And how much will you love the taste of your cyanide-laced blood? [We will choke that snake, and make him remember we gave him life, and we can take it away just as easily.] Try to wash your hands of this. Try to tell us you've stepped across that stream (the one that runs in the opposite direction). That's funny, your shoes don't seem to be wet at all! Now that you've finished your rape, I think it's my turn to pillage. Once I've got everything you thought you owned, I think you'll realize there wasn't much of you to begin with. I think you'll realize there wasn't much of you.