With an Idle heart comes an Idle mind,
With an Idle mind comes the last fatal cut,
Thoughts of sweetened blood
Running over palms of death
Scars of yesterdays pain.

The hard ground speeds towards me,
The cold wraps me in its blanket of darkness,
A voice beckoning me to come forth,
Fluttering eyelashes is all that will move,
Is it wrong that the ground thats suppose to cetch me is stolen,
The pain I long for is far more enthrawling

Cant save me now
Cant love the ill hearted
Cant save the unsaveable.
I dont want to die,
I dont want to hit the hard ground,
No more suffocating in my own mind.

Is it to late for me?
Is it to late for you?
Can we save each other?
Or do we keep whispering our goodbyes?

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