Grayed vision
I am comatose
Gravity had never felt so heavy
Perfection is a mere memory
Frosty tongues
Unspoken words spoken
They ring
And I can still hear the sting
My ears run red
Words had never felt so agonizing
These hands,
These fingers,
This face,
I loath it all
Even though the fault was ours
Selfishly, I snatch all fault and make it mine
I want you untouched by my taint
You deserve better, dear
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