Burn the roof
Burn the photo - filled wall
Burn the doors
Burn the windows
Don't breathe beside me at all
It's a crimson horrible horror
Watching these thoughts
drip in my mind
a water faucet that is
never fully closed
There's Heaven with you
There's terror with me
With Heaven with you
There's hell on earth with me
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
