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Mar 2016
The lock rusty; covered in dust and rust
You hold the key daring enough to flip and find…
Inside laid pieces of glass; a reflection of my heart
Piece them together you say, what’s broken can always be mended
Piece by Piece you re figure until a piece ***** your finger
Another ***** another finger, blood keeps lingering
Stop no you can’t all for the dismay of restoring love
Teach me how to smile in the dark; how to sculpture your mask
A heart cold as ice…
Metal bars flow blood to this folded dice, I roll it every day
Live or die are my only odds
Delicate it is, you find yourself attracted to all that hurts
You seek to mirror a reflection of your own finding no deception in a
world full of fakers and lies
In the end your blood runs dry 4 I feast on your love and compromise
*THIS IS MY DEMISE
Written by
PI ToeT  ASTRAL PLANE
(ASTRAL PLANE)   
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