Sunday, 7 April 2013

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I wanted to write about how I felt
I wanted to etch ink into paper
I wanted to carve it into your arms
Black on white
Blood on skin

I hoped you would understand better
I hoped you would hear the music
I hoped you would know the words
Sound through space
Notes through time

I needed you to know this heaviness
I needed you to know it was for you
I needed you to breath
Smoke in air
Pale in night

I wanted to say more
I hoped there would be more
I needed you to know more.
Death in life
Finish, Begin.

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