I've been expecting you,
The one whose reputation precedes.
But if there’s one ransom I can go with,
It is that you weren't expecting it to be me
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Lash out at me,
With the virility of a thorn prick.
Were the writers right?
Is love so vile?
Or is the rose with its tiny teeth being vengeful?
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I’d rather be sickened by you than a straddling statistic,
Waiting for you to infect me when you walk by.
And knowing, If I ask for you,
I ask for death himself.
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The others out there...
They’re just patients waiting for a cold breath and a long kiss goodnight.
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But they can’t see what you are doing with those hands.
Lay down behind the curtain where certain truths are shown.
How can you hear my heart?
When it really doesn't make a sound.
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As the life line beats,
Hold me with heavy hands,
In a corner without view.
So that no one will see...
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I’m flat-lining.