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my lips bleed

you're still kissing them

the bandages are falling apart

sanity thrown away from my head

 into my heart

my hands are inked with chaos

why are you holding them?

dont you know im no good for you baby

my soul is a run away beast

however you're still devoted in honor of my sweetness

The innocents, they are lured in

like moth to a light

attracted to its unknown downfall 

then day by day

regrets start illustrating their unborn touches

rage settles by dawn

frustration amidst sunset

im not ready to utterly let go yet

ruin me with one last touch

breathe me in once again

the half breathes

the crescents

the promising daylight

they would be more beautiful if they were shattered

in replica of 

blood and skull 

roses and thorns

enlightened and darkened

beautiful on the outside

deadly on the inside

just like me.



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