Sunday, October 10, 2010

45 in 5th gear, just so I can keep my hand here.

One shot in fucking infinity
The stars aligned and somehow you found me
I was terrified of life and living
I thank any false deity that you're forgiving
Sailing seas for months, I've come home
With all the knowledge to be shown

We're what stories are made of, my dear.
And I can promise that there is nothing to fear.
You know just as well as me though, that those are just words.
Spewing air through my sputtering vocal chords.
But this is permanence
Never in my life has anything meant more than this.
My words aren't alone, my life is also my promise.

I want to rot with you.
And see how you decompose at the same rate I do.
We share the same bed and casket
And if there's a hell, let's visit it in a basket
Hand in hand
Till neither of us can stand
Lying in a bed with morphine on demand

I don't care if there's an afterlife or salvation
I'll be next to you, whether its sanctuary or damnation.

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