Tear drops on a sharp tools, you are the moon
Call me all the namesYou are the moon
i come home
try to stay awake
talk to my mom
who doesn't seem to care
Pain is an addiction
I want the sight of blood
it always lingers
and spills onto the next day
It lets you think
lets you crave it
J'ouvre mes yeux
looking down
Nous avons tous peur
of what happens
quand lames et larmes
lets you go
lower than ever
In another life
I'd be scared
But i've done this before and i wil do it again.
Poetry by Calypso
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Written on 2025-10-01 at 01:37
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