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death is the bed that I lay myself down on drowning in sheets tucked under my ankles and wrapped around my neck suffocating beneath a pillow ceasing my breath and weighing on my head but I don’t want to wake up

Is like Sleeping in a rainstorm. It feels nostalgic And calming As it starts, But then it gets heavier And you don’t wake up Until you’re drowning In the droplets When you’re too weak To pull yourself out. --------- Is like Sleeping in a rainstorm. It feels nostalgic And calming As it starts, But then it gets heavier And if you don’t wake up Until you’re drowning In the droplets You’ll be too weak To pull yourself out.

Take me with you Over the hills so smooth That the sun Will be waiting for us At the top Ready to say good morning. Take me with you To the train stations Abandoned for so long That we could sleep On the stone floor Covered in a moss blanket. Take me with you To the walls and tunnels Filled with graffiti And art Where we could add our stories Only to be covered by another’s. Take me with you Across the maps filled with words And worlds That we could see together With our voices loud And laughing at the life we found. Take me with you So I can escape here And never come back Because as much as I want To be with you I want to leave wi

You are my purest demise Because you take me in You take me away You make me free Lost from thought Lost from lust Lost from me. And maybe that’s okay It might be what I need But when you take me in I’m trapped And when you take me away I’m stolen And when you make me free I’m lost. But maybe that’s okay It might be what I need.