WilderA Poem by Dustin ReichmuthRemember that town, that used to be Ours?
The birds attack their prey
Day after day We bleed and we bleed Taken too early. And it's so hard to say it But we can't reclaim it. We're dizzy, we're fading Hell's just not worth saving. Breathe into me, and let me be I'm so sorry We're incomplete. Just breathe into me, and let this be. I'm so sorry. Rest in piece. The sting begins to burn Take your turn. Restless and disabled, We are not quite able To break into this, And feel something greater. They all long for your kiss. But death comes later Breathe into me, and let me be I'm so sorry We're incomplete. Just breathe into me, and let this be. I'm so sorry. Rest in piece. Breathe, until your lungs begin to seep Into the swamp beneath your feet You've created a monster, and it won't let me be. Breathe, until the world turns into black And there's no turning back You've left me, a monster, and it won't let me be. Breathe into me, and let me be I'm so sorry We're incomplete. Just breathe into me, and let this be. I'm so sorry. Rest in piece. Breathe into me, and let me be. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Forgive me.
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Added on October 3, 2011 Last Updated on October 3, 2011 AuthorDustin ReichmuthSt. Louis, MOAboutMy name is Dustin, I'm a lyricist. I write songs for pretty much any situation. If I'm inspired, I'll find the proper words to have it expressed. more..Writing
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