Clarity Process

Save for a vacant laugh.
Im getting nothing from this conversation.
Need this for tonight so I can hate myself tomorrow morning.
The morphine that drips from your skin seeps into open abrasions.
Just like a water color.
I want a thick black line.
But Ill keep filing down established borders.
Angel...slipping dress...my god, am I really capable of this.
Ill be the mistake you keep making. You be a sparkling silhouette.
Keep reaching.
Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but were home this time.
A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open,
But we wont be going home this time. Ill stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin.
I just need to be inside.
I need this fucking canvas to paint a picture.
A religious type of normalcy or something...
Never mind, turn off the lights now.
Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but were home this time.
A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open,
But we wont be going home this time. Ill stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin.
The drug that keeps us normal, dripping down a hopeless IV.
Thank God that it is finally over.
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