The Gallows of Destructive Love
The Gallows of Destructive Love
It is a premature masturbation
An error in believing that your grip was stronger than my weakening will
Now that you have let the fingers of the noose loosen
I fall with pieces of my dignity left at the gallows floor
Escape is bittersweet for neither will survive
I die quickly within
And you are left to gasp with severed breath,
A slow death of rotting within the corpse of your mind
It is a premature masturbation
An error in believing that your grip was stronger than my weakening will
Now that you have let the fingers of the noose loosen
I fall with pieces of my dignity left at the gallows floor
Escape is bittersweet for neither will survive
I die quickly within
And you are left to gasp with severed breath,
A slow death of rotting within the corpse of your mind
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