– smiling sacrifices.
how do i tell you?
about the demons
i see lurking in the eyes
of those who you think
have hung the stars?
how do i show you?
the mirth in their gaze
when they are not
putting up an act
like they do,
for you?
how do i make you realise?
that the angels who put you
deeper into your slumber with lullabies,
are the same demons,
that put me in a living hell,
for your happiness,
that i pay the sacrifice?
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swevens of vernorexia
Poetryi shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
