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Blissful ignorance can be a beautiful passion. Unfortunately, my love for you is not beautiful nor ignorant. For years have I haunted your footsteps down the corridors of your childhood, my ghastly cloak casting itself across the tiles, leaving a subtle yet unavoidable stain on all things touched.
My hands slice through your aftermath, forever striving, craving, grasping for the gentle comfort from curled golden locks, forever in the twitching knowledge of our eternal separation. No more shall this charade maintain.
I dreamt of looking down into those rosey cheeks, that glistening smile, your naive eyes, guided in a whirlwind through such a ceremony to cement the faith the we would not separate 'til death do us part'. How cruel a direction that it should be our fate to be only brought together by the binding nature of our mortality.
I lay your now beautifully reshaped form on pillows bearing a pink tinge, our cheeks blood red in anticipation. I take a moment. Just one, to take one last taste of loneliness. Thousands of pictures of you lay strewn across the room, covering your perfectly still chest. The memories flood back as I glimpse an image I had captured only one week ago, scribbled on it was Melissa's 12th Birthday Party in crimson red. A single blissful smile crosses my features as I at last release unto you myself, my heart, my soul.
I stole the title from a Biffy Clyro album
My hands slice through your aftermath, forever striving, craving, grasping for the gentle comfort from curled golden locks, forever in the twitching knowledge of our eternal separation. No more shall this charade maintain.
I dreamt of looking down into those rosey cheeks, that glistening smile, your naive eyes, guided in a whirlwind through such a ceremony to cement the faith the we would not separate 'til death do us part'. How cruel a direction that it should be our fate to be only brought together by the binding nature of our mortality.
I lay your now beautifully reshaped form on pillows bearing a pink tinge, our cheeks blood red in anticipation. I take a moment. Just one, to take one last taste of loneliness. Thousands of pictures of you lay strewn across the room, covering your perfectly still chest. The memories flood back as I glimpse an image I had captured only one week ago, scribbled on it was Melissa's 12th Birthday Party in crimson red. A single blissful smile crosses my features as I at last release unto you myself, my heart, my soul.
I stole the title from a Biffy Clyro album
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Blissful ignorance can be a beautiful passion. Unfortunately, my love for you is not beautiful nor ignorant. For years have I haunted your footsteps down the corridors of your childhood, my ghastly cloak casting itself across the tiles, leaving a subtle yet unavoidable stain on all things touched.
My hands slice through your aftermath, forever striving, craving, grasping for the gentle comfort from curled golden locks, forever in the twitching knowledge of our eternal separation. No more shall this charade maintain.
I dreamt of looking down into those rosey cheeks, that glistening smile, your naive eyes, guided in a whirlwind through such a ceremony to cement the faith the we would not separate 'til death do us part'. How cruel a direction that it should be our fate to be only brought together by the binding nature of our mortality.
I lay your now beautifully reshaped form on pillows bearing a pink tinge, our cheeks blood red in anticipation. I take a moment. Just one, to take one last taste of loneliness. Thousands of pictures of you lay strewn across the room, covering your perfectly still chest. The memories flood back as I glimpse an image I had captured only one week ago, scribbled on it was Melissa's 12th Birthday Party in crimson red. A single blissful smile crosses my features as I at last release unto you myself, my heart, my soul.
I stole the title from a Biffy Clyro album
My hands slice through your aftermath, forever striving, craving, grasping for the gentle comfort from curled golden locks, forever in the twitching knowledge of our eternal separation. No more shall this charade maintain.
I dreamt of looking down into those rosey cheeks, that glistening smile, your naive eyes, guided in a whirlwind through such a ceremony to cement the faith the we would not separate 'til death do us part'. How cruel a direction that it should be our fate to be only brought together by the binding nature of our mortality.
I lay your now beautifully reshaped form on pillows bearing a pink tinge, our cheeks blood red in anticipation. I take a moment. Just one, to take one last taste of loneliness. Thousands of pictures of you lay strewn across the room, covering your perfectly still chest. The memories flood back as I glimpse an image I had captured only one week ago, scribbled on it was Melissa's 12th Birthday Party in crimson red. A single blissful smile crosses my features as I at last release unto you myself, my heart, my soul.
I stole the title from a Biffy Clyro album
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