The Available World

By How It Ends

On Beloved

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I can see the curse

That surrounds you

That defines you

Making me as ugly as I need to be

So we are still stuck here

Feeling our reality

Nothing what it seems

Stuck here

And you still sleep

Breathing in this stale air

Sneak around in your sadness

Even with your best face

You can't

Pass for living

Still living with the dead move on

And now you'll drag me down

Into it

You A Curse, A Death, You A Curse, A Death, Just as Dead

Just as Dead

Just as Dead

Just as Dead

No beginning to

Hold us

No way to end

Just once you try to cut me

I'll bleed

Like you always have