I am but a fledgling cough
The razor like liquid
Poisoning your veins
I am but the stepladder
To your noose
The only regret
You risk speaking of
I am but cotton candy
Between your fingers
And your pills
I am but the hands of love
Around your neck
Telling you I love you
I am you.
Fledgling cough | |
by They Call Me BladeOn April 23, 2007© All rights reserved
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