This smile fades, across my pale face
when you look over at her
with your gazing blue eyes
and leave me with, another tear to cry

he is poisonous like cyanide
his voice is like an angels
mixed with the devils
so beautiful and pristine
the way he strums the guitar
like a music machine
pulled me under the sound of his song
letting me drown in between piano keys
he slicks back his hair, with those perfect hands
then plays a rock and roll tune once again

rapacious dreams
of you and screams
haunt the seams
of incorporeal subsistence

(i miss your flesh)

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stop telling me it’s going to be okay
as if some phrase can make me feel better.
that if i use red colored fabric to cover
the holes in my heart
that it would beat the same as yours.