[Too short, I know.]
I know the corners of his mouth,
they bleed, they blaze, they search you out -
you are the smoke he talks about, the
dancing smoke amongst the tears that
stain countless days through countless years.
You, you are the one he fears.
The nightmares rage his pulsing mind,
for you're the one he wants to find:
you, the whore he left behind.
I'm loosing here in overtime.
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