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Words From The Exit Wound
Dead. Silent. Complete.


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(5th Sept, 2002, 12:20 AM)
Dealt a pack of tarots the other day
Envisioned our future, yours and mine
And for almost a second, I smiled
Defiling all mystery.
Sometimes you surprise me
In your own fucked up, winding ways
Lending me hands I will never require
Elf-like you prance
Neurotically, in a devil's trance
Take it all away, take it all today.
Care if I stay?
Only a few further days.
Maybe we'll smile another couple of dying seconds
Pleasing myth gods at celestial play
Lest you surprise me again
Ending my trivial train of thought
Taste, then, my tragedy
End in my arms, completely silenced and dead.