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Hello cruel words
i remember the taste
you left on my lips
and the damage
you left in my life
and the father
you left in hell
waiting for me
to kill
there was a
he and i
that couldn't even
speak our own names
and look at us now
lighting each other
on fire
each clinging
to the throat
of the other
you and i hold on
for salvation
we break down together
and i know
your story, your lives
your father clinging
to the throat,
of a son
he'd rather kill
than love
i've been infinite
while dying for
a rest, a pause
to age in the arms
of eternity
yet our black fuel
only rots, ferments
like savage years,
years of war
above and below
these ghostly skies
our blood rushes
from one end
of the world
to the other
so many times
that i can't count
my head from feet
nor my breath
from silence
and we both know
that one of us
will sleep forever
and one of us knows
when this night is over
that it
will not
be me
i remember the taste
you left on my lips
and the damage
you left in my life
and the father
you left in hell
waiting for me
to kill
there was a
he and i
that couldn't even
speak our own names
and look at us now
lighting each other
on fire
each clinging
to the throat
of the other
you and i hold on
for salvation
we break down together
and i know
your story, your lives
your father clinging
to the throat,
of a son
he'd rather kill
than love
i've been infinite
while dying for
a rest, a pause
to age in the arms
of eternity
yet our black fuel
only rots, ferments
like savage years,
years of war
above and below
these ghostly skies
our blood rushes
from one end
of the world
to the other
so many times
that i can't count
my head from feet
nor my breath
from silence
and we both know
that one of us
will sleep forever
and one of us knows
when this night is over
that it
will not
be me
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Here's to the repeating pattern of father-son conflict. And I, like you (dad), outlived the other, but don't yet feel like I've won yet.
Here's to the repeating pattern of father-son conflict. And I, like you (dad), outlived the other, but don't yet feel like I've won yet.
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