StoneI have taken this last moment to look at me You're not even blinking has I hold you here Your wounds carry you to the next second of every breath I see nothing in those hazel eyes, just the blank fear That has us in coffins, waiting for us to restStone
His hands are violent But his soul is gentle His legs are stationary But his blood is furious
I grip you so tight God would have to tear my hands off Just to let you go Your blood soaks my sweater Your breath fogs my glasses I get lost just looking at you
His thoughts are demented But
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