you’re wearing me out with this tireless rage
some days i picture you dead, some days you’re my lifeline
my heart could never bear the thought of you tasting those poisonous lips
neither will it endure a cold night right next to a tear-doused pillow
i’m torn, it’s impossible to even be sane
your treacherous smile has broken so many hearts
brings torture to my soul and my heart moans
you will always be the only insanity i’ll crave
now we try to go through it together
but is it even worth a try?
to save something once was beautiful but now it’s covered in mud
it smells of gutter and none of the sweet scents of time
we promised we’d wait for sunrise
and let its rays reach every corner of our soul
feelings would mean nothing if not spoken with some metal
this earnest pledge we’ll keep till we breathe no more
by a Troubled Heart
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Robert Burley photographed the demolition of Kodak’s factories in 2007 with his 4x5 camera.
A fitting tribute to film. You can see his photos on the decline of film in his book, The Disappearance of Darkness.