you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_

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Stanzas 1&3 are mine. Stanzas 2&4 are from a TT user.

Broken wings lay beside
An empty bottle of booze
She wastes away and hides
With ev'rything real to lose
Her final dream now flies
And she stays alone tonight
Dark angel boy with green eyes
Has become her defeat'd knight

Dark angel knell in the twilight of my muse,
a slayer and a hand grenade,
fate never lets us choose.
inside us all there rests a flame,
a flame to sputter out,
but as it goes it leaves a note:
"this is what you are about."

And she cries with violent pain,
"I want to be so much more!
Flame, please don't die from the rain
Where's the passion we once bore?"
Dark angel, intense green flame
How they'd light love like fire
Dark wings have now no life left
Evilness has robbed; their lives, dire
Beings have committed such theft

The rain came and fell,
upon the noblest heads.
It tried to stifle our collective yell,
filling our cold sheeted beds.
Across the gulf of space,
we find the final key.
upon our battered and quietest face,
we are the salt of the sea...

S
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