They say time heals everything ...
So I'm hoping that before I die I'll be able to recover from the wound that was left when I pulled Cupid's arrow out and my heart with it.
Just a brilliant husk
The charm and wit's still there ... But it's the eyes - the eyes are dead
The remnants are akin to a human wind up toy [you know, twist the knob and it'll go on forever and ever in one direction]
Drugs don't numb it
I mean ... Don't trust anyone who tells you that the secret to healing can be found in any substance
Unless for you healing means going further down the spiral
Alone.
They say time heals everything -
So I sit here in solace counting.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Fin
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