death date

there's a demon in my casket
and we're falling in love.
i wish he was you every night,
but he drowns out my thoughts
of your big brown eyes
with his enticing touch.
ive lived in this world so
long, my lungs are starting
to cave and honestly darling
i don't want to stop them.
i waited for you years:
when are you coming
to cut the rope?

i feel as if im the only
one that was dumb enough to believe in us
while there were leaks
in the foundation of
the dreams i built with you


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