
| Born From All This Smoke
Author: Shayne Edwin I Hope You Choke.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 420 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Published: 05-11-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2516322
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"Born From All This Smoke"
-by Shayne Edwin Pruett
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i sleep on beds of broken windows,
i breathe in fire and exhale smoke.
who knew we could ever live twice,
my eyes freeze over; diamonds - ice.
a forgotten glance and nowhere stare,
falling up and down the stairs.
i cry myself to sleep,
i why myself to sleep.
a broken wrist to hold my name,
to learn to drop my beating heart.
here's to new beginnings, you fucks,
i hope my name feels sharp.
from out your tongue,
your forked tongues,
to slice my name in half i hope - you fucks,
i hope my name feels sharp.
from the bottom of my heart,
from the bottom of my heart,
i hope my name feels sharp,
i hope my name feels sharp.
i sleep on beds of broken windows,
i breathe in fire and exhale smoke.
i hope you choke,
i hope you choke,
i hope you choke,
from the bottom of my throat,
i hope you both,
i hope you both,
fucking choke.
i hope you fucking choke.
from the bottom of my heart and born from all this smoke,
i hope my name feels sharp - i hope you fucking choke.
crooked fingers traced my face,
to remind me of how much i hate this place.
a twisted glance, forgotten dance!
you never deserved a chance.
greedy hips to steal my thoughts,
forced to feed on times we fought.
i have no shame,
i lost my name,
and you're to blame,
you're to blame.
i lost my bed in broken windows,
and now i'll never sleep the same.
if ever you felt anything so sharp,
i hope it is my name.
i hope you lose my name.
from the bottom of my throat,
and the insides of my soul.
i hope you slip on memories,
i hope you both grow cold.
bury me,
bury mine,
for all the times...
i called you mine.
for every meter and every rhyme,
for every heartless fucking crime,
and every thoughtless, pining whine,
and all the fucking drops of wine.
i hope you feel my hate,
wrap up in my hate.
because you aren't born of bond,
you're just a fucking fake.
from the bottom of my heart and born from all this smoke,
i hope my name feels sharp - i hope you fucking choke.
from the bottom of my heart and born from all this smoke,
i hope my name feels sharp - i hope you fucking choke.
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