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there's always been something

about the cold smell of darkness

that brings me warmth

and peace of mind

though my mind screams

and refuses to go without a fight

your voice is so quiet through my tears

as if you might actually care

but you're not to blame

nor am i to blame for the silence

this silence that bellows in my face

and squeezes my cheeks and laughs

how i hate that

i'm not ticklish, i won't break

so put away your safety scissors

and take a chance

take a chance

take a chance

take a chance

use a gun

an unloaded gun

pull the trigger

just pull it

pull it now

whoops, there's one in the chamber

"click"

Love Is Dead.