In Your Eyes

Falling down into you. The quickest way to a self-defeating type of life. The only quality of life you have ever shown me. Perfectly handicap. Imperfectly brought into your death rattle. The only type of love you know how to give. The only type of love I know how to receive. I never had much practice. Once or twice. Now I will never know the true taste of love. Only the bitterness of your kisses. A fleeting fading fall. Twisted bones within two broken homes. When bones break. Reminiscent of the soundly dirt and grit between my teeth. Tearing you to shreds. Ripping every piece of flesh off your body. Slowly and precisely. One piece at a time. My bite is the bones breaking within your torso. A fallen hand dances across your face. Reminding you of time fleeting away from your life. Never able to regain what you once lost. Losing your mind. And its eye.

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