Cause the blood drips quicker then your lungs can breathe. Maybe there is saving in each breathe. But the breathing can't save the heart that bleeds quicker then a life saving breath. Fuck the hope of living then...
Come friend and taste the cure. The cure of the hopelessness we fight with our open fists of trust. We trust that the fear wont remain and turn the rocks of hate into dust. But fate brings us screaming to the end... The end where we endlessly lust.
We smile cause we can't chase the living ghosts out of us. And we trust.
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