Pain relievers disguised as volatile whispers and imaginary kisses
Nothing is at standstill, everything is in constant motion
Some memories are reverse aspirin to the emotion
Scattered are the thoughts like burning butterflies
Borderline successions of heartfelt obsessions
Lost beyond transgression of pain infliction
Dreams so dark making insomnia the ideal destination
Agonizingly you are cut with intentions that carry no knives
Propaganda and subjugation, and the persistence of memory
Some memories are bookmarks heavier than the book
A black melody of my restlessness that you cannot bury
Quiet of the trees before the storm might never appear to be the crook
Echoing the lost wails of a siren seducing the misery
The choking fragrance of decay caught in a wildfire where you dare look
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