Your love, your touch, it's sucking me dry
Every word that you utter is a decorated lie
Torn flesh, shattered bone, no heart left
You're haunting my thoughts, soul bereft.
Your eyes are empty, lungs ice cold
You laugh in the face of danger, foolish and bold
But nothing can save you from your own path
You burnt your bridges, drowning in wrath.
Now you're nothing but spaces and cracks
And your words of deceit can't cover your tracks
Our world is fallen, the battle shall never be won
And our love is a whisper, a hollow skeleton.
–leonardo r.
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