After the Storm
Alas, I've turned you inturned you off
you don't belong here any more
wild nights and slit my wrists
i've turned you out
i've been walking
straight
no more dead end streets
with dead poets and fancy sluts
like me or leave me
i've danced with the devil enough
i'm singing blood
and sweating dreams
i'm combing my hair with angels breathe
living finally without your dread
without your disgust
i'm loving life
and living free
no more
pain
and tangled webs
my veins have healed
my brain has cleared
after the storm
i see the road ahead
walking forward
leaving behind
nightmares of you and your death
your laughter and filth
your bleeding wrists
after the storm
i stand alone
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