Death of Me - Calabrese

My sewn up lips by your black fingertips 
cold entwined and evermore 
openings and closing 
something u cant ever find 
vivid pumpkins grin in nines 
its only imagination, baby 

we are but one burning fun 
falling endlessly in hell 
it was our choice for all eternity 

closing your eyes while driving along 
crashing in to murder walls, 
rebel angels and the victims of our youth