La Petit Mort

I don’t have to say it

You already know what I mean

Let’s to go to bed

To forget that he’s dead

And everything else in between

L’appel du Vide

I knew from the beginning

He said

Within you there was a spark

Writing is now a passion

She said

With misery my trademark

Next

At this point I just want to feel

It matters not what or who

But this world has lost its appeal

So what is a girl to do?

A Bit Of Rough

Throw me onto the bed

Dear boy

Your body on mine impose

For a meeting of minds

Is not required

Let alone

An entwinement of souls

Thank You

I never
would
have
pulled
through

If I
didn’t
have
you to
turn to

For
all my
bullshit
you cut
through

And
showed
me a love
that’s
true

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