my heart
feels like a
dozen of slashed
black roses
i woke up
in such a
twisted fantasy
with the slightest
possiblity that you didn't love
me the way used
i refuse to believe
that we were rotting
in the blood
of my dead corpse
i begin to write
the love letter
inked in the blood
of my love for you
i must hurry
before the screaming
sun arises
before im gone
i begin to stencil
a ****** love
for such a lying
heart that i have begun to hate
(b.d.s.)
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
my heart
feels like a
dozen of slashed
black roses
i woke up
in such a
twisted fantasy
with the slightest
possiblity that you didn't love
me the way used
i refuse to believe
that we were rotting
in the blood
of my dead corpse
i begin to write
the love letter
inked in the blood
of my love for you
i must hurry
before the screaming
sun arises
before im gone
i begin to stencil
a ****** love
for such a lying
heart that i have begun to hate
(b.d.s.)
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