By Arcassin Burnham

You pretend with your beauty and the length
Of your hair,
I find the gospel in my heart enough to know
Satan's there,
Pulling off cosplay to oppose me your ******
Prowise and giving me all the love you can
To just up and reappear,
Got your name written on my knuckles,
Pulling off the covers just to wake you up
From your nightmare,
I got a pretty thought in my head where the blood use
To be thinking that I couldn't leave you alone
But I know you don't care,
Very pretentious,
You were a mission to save your discarded loved ones,
You had two guns ready the civil war ahead in the
Future,
Am I dead in the future,
Will you love me for who I am like a sculpture,
Saved your soul so many times,
Anniversaries declined,
My heart is dead and gone but also can revive,
I'm more than just a guy,
When love thats lost has died,
Just try to stay alive,

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bless your heart child like a suicidal teen traveling
to California,
we don't want to have to throw Roses on your
special made box,
left the window to your soul and your skin that contain
locks,
I had a dream and pressed stop,
running from the cops,
bound and smooth as sentiment rocks,
don't fill your head up with stone,
letting Medusa take control and you'll be dead and alone.