Sometimes I feel like I am God,
And I've lost everything and nothing at all.
So I fall face down,
Breathing in this new day like smoke
From a funeral pyre.
I try to speak the words,
But you don't hear me.
I'm choking on your ash,
Begging you for forgiveness.
I hold you in my arms,
Still bleeding,
Breathing night into your lungs.
You twist your knife,
And I don't know I'm screaming. |
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