The mirror is shattered
Gazing on with a blank stare
It reflects a city
Broken, fragmented
Yet like my soul, shines
And with every puff I take
The embers burn with dying passion
The world shouts out in scorn
Floating to my useless ears
Long made deaf from the lies of your lips
Cold wet sheets are empty comforts
The walls crumbling down
As my dreams are haunted by the knife
That made my skin cry out
In a vibrant red shower
Dark chocolate seduces my lips
As my eyes spin webs of lies
My fingers are stained black
With the sins of my tongue burning
Wearing away all resistance














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"While the wicked stand confounded, call me, with thy saints surrounded."
~Boondock Saints
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xoxo
ladies and gents
ps: do continue to speak luv, you've got such lovely things to say. The content may not be lovely, but you make it eloquent nonetheless.
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If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure
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"While the wicked stand confounded, call me, with thy saints surrounded."
~Boondock Saints
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