Old and older….new

Speak with conviction or be quickly evicted from the life I've been livin Without an addiction.
I've restricted your access and fixed you a basket of final goodbyes.
I built you a casket full of tears that I've cried.
Buried below. Far beneath the ground. It took so long. It was hard, but I carried it down.
No blankets to claim with no warmth in my name. I have no one else but myself to Blame. And nothing will change if we stay. The same.
Knitting one now so I don't freeze to death. I get myself covered now I'm ready To rest, next to her breasts, my lips will be pressed against her neck, and an Impression of my hand will be placed upon her dress.
New heat.
No bill.
You breathe.
We chill.

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