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I yearn your touch the minute it's taken away. But yet I stray Emotions imprisoned - I've been torn before Ripped apart into tiny pieces The destruction of my paper ligaments Seemed to be justice I excreted nothing but hatefulness You and I paint the perfect portrait The embodiment of colliding souls Yet I'm suffocating with this corset I pull the strings tight till I'm cold - Breathless. Filled with morbid Thoughts You brought me to life My soul soars To new heights containing no strife Craving nothing but more More of you till the afterlife Does us part. My past comes to haunt me A constant reminder Of the previous killing spree   It tries to slaughter My heart and the love we Share - you and I - I and you. I seek to show you The passion encaged within me But it's lost in the maze I fell into. Each time I let go of the cowardice My heart turns blue   Sinking deeper - powerless. Who's to say it won't be slain again - but this time No potion to spare my grime.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
Love Massacre
I yearn your touch the minute it's taken away. But yet I stray Emotions imprisoned - I've been torn before Ripped apart into tiny pieces The destruction of my paper ligaments Seemed to be justice I excreted nothing but hatefulness You and I paint the perfect portrait The embodiment of colliding souls Yet I'm suffocating with this corset I pull the strings tight till I'm cold - Breathless. Filled with morbid Thoughts You brought me to life My soul soars To new heights containing no strife Craving nothing but more More of you till the afterlife Does us part. My past comes to haunt me A constant reminder Of the previous killing spree   It tries to slaughter My heart and the love we Share - you and I - I and you. I seek to show you The passion encaged within me But it's lost in the maze I fell into. Each time I let go of the cowardice My heart turns blue   Sinking deeper - powerless. Who's to say it won't be slain again - but this time No potion to spare my grime.
stephanie-holloway
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
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