Slit my wrists, my love by Debra Rose

Slit my wrists, my love,
I'm growing weary.
Let us lie down together,
Forever.

Drink my blood, my love,
I have a theory.
If we die in the night
Maybe it will all be all right.
Forever.

Let us sleep my love,
The time is slowing.
We grit our teeth, my love,
Our blood is flowing.
Death is our sheath, my love,
I think I'm glowing,
We need relief, my love,
The drugs are slowing.

Light my pipe, my love,
The cherries fading.
If we keep trying, my love,
We might stop hating...

Cut my throat, my love,
I have solution,
Let us kill eachother as well,
In hell.

Take a puff my love,
We'll make an intrusion,
Of the stars on your wrist,
That I'll seal with a kiss,
In hell.

Let us sleep my love,
The time is slowing.
We grit our teeth, my love,
Our blood is flowing.
Death is our sheath, my love,
I think I'm glowing,
We need relief, my love,
The drugs are slowing.

Light my pipe, my love,
The cherries fading.
If we keep trying, my love,
We might stop hating...

Call to god, my love,
He just might answer,
Maybe he'll pick up the phone
If he thinks I'm not home,
Beside you.

Cry for mercy, my love,
But it's like a cancer,
A piteous tone,
You know gods not home,
Beside you.
In a piteous tone,
We fall like Nero in Rome,
Onto each other,
Covered in stones,
Lost on eachother,
Bounded together.

Forever.

Little undernote: ALL OF YOU MUST BE PROUD OF ME!!!! A full month with no drugs or cig's!!!!! AGH! I'm going cold turkey, and it's hard, but be proud.

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