It may be a losing war
But I'll be here to stop you from bleeding dry
Watching in fright as you run out
I'll put pressure onto your wounds with my mouth
I'll kiss your scars and your wounds
Taming the might of our doubts
Tears running dry along with the blood
The liquid of an empty last though
The pool of injustice and failures
Gathered from a lifetime of death and fears
Convince ourselves, in desperation,
That we will drown forever in one another
Until the very last drip,
Until the very last thought,
I will drink it all and shower in stars
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