Testo Twenty-eight

more harsh words spoken over the phone on a bitter cold april night. the comfort and safety of being so far apart made our words more honest. i swore it wasn't going to bring me down, but I couldn't stand the aftertaste. so soon for me my demons came. and my ears rang long after your lips stopped moving.

so before i fall asleep, if i ever fall asleep, i pray to god i won't wake up. 'cause tonight's more than i can take. i can't bear to face another day like this - sitting in this dark, damp room, waiting for an angel's song.

if i were to die tomorrow, just how would you feel about the way you've treated me today?

i've hung myself by your every word. every syllable, another barb in this rusty wire noose. so happy anniversary, my one true love. the warm sting of a razor blade will keep you near my heart forever more.