BATH) She turns to him and sighs I think the bullet 
should have kicked in by now. She does her best to 
remove his flesh to erase the remains of her in him. In 
greyscale despondence, he leaves a tear on the Polaroid 
on his pillow. He won't let go of the empty space she 
left until it consumes him. And scattered are his 
thoughts. He'll never let himself forget her face that 
night. Her sewn mouth majesty finds the strength to 
scream the morning black. untrue untrue And this will 
not go unnoticed. This last wish cast into his fist. 
Crashed into an unsung kiss. untrue untrue Our hearts 
captured in the barrel of a shotgun for the purpose of 
sanctuary. Don't bother with excuses; I've seen your 
motives. And I still wait and weep. As time runs blood 
red, he watches her as she turns into the blade of 
grass that slit his throat. Telling himself the same 
sordid lies that robbed him of his ability to drown. 
Because that's the hardest thing for him to do. To 
breathe in the circles he keeps running in. He digs 
himself a shallow grave for the night and remembers her 
to him. And disintegrated are his thoughts. Her face is 
all but dead to him. Her sewn mouth majesty finds the 
strength to scream the morning black. So take a breath 
as if it was the last you would ever take and find the 
special place where it burns just enough for your 
pallid skin to break. You should have shut your eyes. 
You should have shut your pretty eyes. You should have 
shut your eyes. You should have let her walk on by. 
Love comes like a newborn addiction. Begging for just 
one more wretched glance at the last time you will 
bleed. Carried away by the stagnant stench of lies. 
Like a carcass being born again. This is her exit. This 
is my last line. Have you ever had the wind hit you a 
certain way and a flood of memories commands you to 
stay? Standing with my hands wrapped around my own 
throat, as if I can't fit them around yours. The bomb 
was screaming hours before the drop, so baby, what's 
your excuse? Days pass by and I no longer can recognize 
you. Touching your frostbite skin, longing for a 
response. I still adore this breathless disease that 
you've become. I will stand back and watch you wish 
death away. The soft symphony of our valentine scars. 
Silence shattered, I cease to exist. untrue untrue And 
this will not go unnoticed. This last wish cast into 
his fist. Crashed into an unsung kiss. untrue untrue 
This is her exit. This is my last line.