The years are clothed in sin, Lord knows we're wearing them,
Reached our reckoning, it's beautiful with you stood here,
After all I've been, I fear we may have broken it,
A cinematic kiss, won't stop this from weakening,
God, my old friend.
Don't you hear the wind?
As it rushes through the doors and is disarming you again.
Its caustic breath,
Seeks to take your lips,
Til soon you're left with little but a broken skeleton.
Lost responsiveness, darling I am secretive
I've failed you once again, it's not that I am giving in,
I hope you know I needed this
Though I know you didn't
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