Title: The Theory
Posted On: 2015-05-23 08:07:27 UTC

A dead ceiling fan above me Dead lights & black white walls I sent a taxi to pick up my bad habits & bad advice A destination where you can't drown twice Along the coast I see a piece of me A bottled letter washes to my feet & it reads "I miss your agony & voodoo child dogma mixed with light sin The darkness of us was needed to let the light in You, a controlled substance You, a physical manifestation of a theory A theory of a young angel without wings A theory of a young angel with silence that sings"

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