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Poetry

Strange Pictures.

Strange pictures in our heads
Where words remain unsaid
We dance alone each night
Nothing feels right

I bleed into you
I bleed into you
In pain I cry to you
To hell I’d die for you

The fiction drips away
We’re stranded here this way
The twisted broken lies
Now we both cry

I bleed into you
I bleed into you
In pain I cry to you
To hell I’d die for you

The dreams worth having
Never seem to stay
Breathe in darkness
Then let it all decay

I still breathe
I still bleed
I still breathe
I still bleed
I still breathe

Strange pictures in our heads
Where words remain unsaid
We dance alone each night
Nothing feels right

(Originally Published on Coffee & Cigarettes as as song.)