Pale Flame

The heroin makes shallow breaths
Hold me like a child
I want to be sick near you
Swaddle me in warmth
And watch me fade
Watch me fade from here

To be young
Not fear what's coming next
Not count the pulses left

To be young
Not fear what's coming next
Not count the pulses left



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Mcmichen
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