We Fell In Love


    We fell in love,
    With blood on our lips
    And mutilated minds,
    To pleasure our souls
    With the feast of each other.

    We raised the death,
    So far above our heads
    And drank of its thought,
    To let us live again.

    So why does our time apart,
    Sever these deep wounds,
    From the very flesh
    That birthed them.

    Why do I,
    Feel this separation weakening,
    My will.

    - Blake Crowe


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