if these pills could, they would call my name. a quick end. suicide becomes

so persuasive and dramatic. a beautiful face that lays quietly beside me. and

i'll remember every fucking movement. i've lost control. and i'm losing control

of who i am. nothing seems to fit. these words fill a helpless length of

time. they make no sense, but serve every fucking purpose. into substance.

remember my face when i am gone. i've been dead before tonight. i've felt your grip

of eternity, your grip of reality. and i'll remember every movement, and i'll

study it like an infection. curse to your embrace. into substance. crushed by

your bloody kiss. i've been dead before tonight. i've felt your grip of

eternity. together we sleep in an unmarked pine box. been dead before tonight. i've

felt your grip of eternity. i still remember that first kiss, that first look,

that first touch. and how it never made sense. you built me up just to be

broken. i've, i've been dead before tonight. i've felt your grip of eternity. i've

been reduced to a fucking substance. i've been reduced to a fucking substance.