La Palabra

I kill myself.
When I think of you.
I kill myself,
When I think of you.
You breathing.
On my neck.
You kissing my...
...And I'm dead, again.

Build me a fantasy,
Alone to wake, again.
Show me a glorious day,
Only to be gone, again.
You kill me with nothing.
You kill me with just thought,
Again. 

Get me out.

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