He started to kiss more his cigarettes than him
The red end shining like a beating heart
That reminded him of his bruised skin
And of the white lines painful like art
The tanned arms wrapped around him
Were now deprived of warm consistence
Sometimes he regrets what they have been
But he would do anything to **** his conscience
They day dream of killing each other
And their nightmares are filled with mourn
Skeleton bones filled with flowers
Their black blood will start to blur
And he's turning, turning
Searching for his light
He's screaming but he doesn't hear a thing
They took each other lives
He hates him so he kiss him hard
But the raging blue of their lips
Is rotting like their poisoned hearts
Like his skin his love will split
He still adores his darkened love
So much he wants to choke him to death
To see his bleeding soul cry like a dove
Raindrops would drown him as he rests
His wet and red lips mourn for his God
Permanent cries, eternal fights, try to fly
His life is filled with ruby blood
They scream for their lives and beg to die
Bottle of bubbles filled with poisons and tears
Sword of pain keened with razorblades
Exchange of cries, weapons and fears
One sip, one stab, the one loved ones died
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
He started to kiss more his cigarettes than him
The red end shining like a beating heart
That reminded him of his bruised skin
And of the white lines painful like art
The tanned arms wrapped around him
Were now deprived of warm consistence
Sometimes he regrets what they have been
But he would do anything to **** his conscience
They day dream of killing each other
And their nightmares are filled with mourn
Skeleton bones filled with flowers
Their black blood will start to blur
And he's turning, turning
Searching for his light
He's screaming but he doesn't hear a thing
They took each other lives
He hates him so he kiss him hard
But the raging blue of their lips
Is rotting like their poisoned hearts
Like his skin his love will split
He still adores his darkened love
So much he wants to choke him to death
To see his bleeding soul cry like a dove
Raindrops would drown him as he rests
His wet and red lips mourn for his God
Permanent cries, eternal fights, try to fly
His life is filled with ruby blood
They scream for their lives and beg to die
Bottle of bubbles filled with poisons and tears
Sword of pain keened with razorblades
Exchange of cries, weapons and fears
One sip, one stab, the one loved ones died
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