Treacherous Tragedies


Ink stained teardrops
Roll down my paper skin
They just won't stop
Making me wear thin

All these treacherous tragedies
Engraved into my ghostly soul
Singing this blue, black melody
Missing the harmony most
I wish it was my ghost you stole

Sharpie marked scars
The stitches all fall out
Blues, reds, and blacks
No one hears my shout

Typewriter lips
Cave in and speak in red
Blood on papers
Seeps through and it shreds

Letter opener footprints
Slices through the envelope
There's only one thing
Only the echo

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