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Black Rose Heart

Black eyes, blue heart, green hands, yellow soul Girls in white dresses, who dip their face in blood Bear themselves with a hellish grace. Forked roads never lead to the correct destination Following the angels of hell leads to nothing but the abyss Gorging myself on beauty, I see the white sky Flogging myself with duty, I see my heart go by Burning myself with nothing, I stare into her eyes And I feel like I'm dying, like I am death, Like it's in me, like it is soaking through me And I can't breath, or look away. This is my life, and I have to live it. Even though everyday I'm handed a black rose. I feel like I've been shot through the heart to many times to name. They are times I feel like my life is repeating itself, Things that make me sad, Disgusted, Keep happening, In various ways, Over again. What am I to do? It hurts my heart to think of you, yet you're always right at the front of my mind, right along with the discomforting thoughts. What am I to do?
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Sep 5, 2011
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