Well that kind of love
is the killing kind
I am a shadow
I am a moonchild
I have no body, have I
I don’t exist, do I
I can’t stand no more,
can I
I won’t survive here,
will I
Who are you all
Who are all those
people
passing by
am I the center
of the Universe?
I hear them
crashing
smashing
screaming
and bleeding
at night
I open my eyes
with a crash
light
enlighten me
gloom
absorb me
hey you
talk to me sometimes
I wonder
where and who are you
dying with
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