and I'll kiss you sweetly
I want to rip the light from your eyes
and then grant you the brightest of my lamps
Please allow me to rend the heart from my chest
just so I may feel the healing touch of anyone
I wish to charge against the largest army of scoundrels
So that I can find peace within my breast
Let me drink poison
So I may be cured
I will run a mile
So I may sleep
Can I dance until the dead are roused
In the hopes that I may sit with the skeletons?
What is a day
Without a night?
What is your love
without another's hate?
What is hope
without this constant despair?
May my life be called such a thing
if I do not have to fight death at every corner?
I plague my soul with questions of pain
So my mind may fly free with answers of anesthetic bliss.
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