A Little Bit of Random Clutter

Can you breath? Will You Stop Me from Doing It?

Yours was the only song that I ever wanted to hear: I wanted it to engulf me

in the sweet sound of it's embrace.

This pain...

I want to be all over you, the embrace of your fingers a gentle caress...

would you fucking kill me if I admitted it?

Would it kill you?

Just let it kill you and take all of the pain from you...

Would it make you want to die from it all?

I want them... I want them bad... I will try to take them for myself... but

can you sit there and allow it? The song pounding in your ears?

I wish that they said that you must...

It will all get better... after all, nothing is happening is it? Or has the

song made you blind? Has the song rendered you deaf?

No, I want your song, I want to be with you... I can do what I want because

you will let me won't you? I want the song to wash over me and consume me...

You don't mind really do you...?

Nothing you say matters anymore...

Let the song slowly murder your insides... Let it kill you... Let yourself

die...

No, trust the song... It only hurts a little bit, just a sweet little bit...

I promise that you will be better...

Remember to breathe... Breathe the words of the song as they confound you...

You'll survive all of it... Even if it hurts to let the song go... Even if

you die inside when the song abandons you...

Trust the song that its alright... I'm here with you again... I've always

been here as your song... the song will be there...

Just be silent and take in the songs regrets and let it consume you...

Just be quiet and take it all...

Silence is all we demand from you... take it...

Just be still and take it...