Jun 2010
to resist your white heart may feel like teenage **** upon fresh flesh wounds as another advice felt like a frigid kiss I am trying to scorn my fingers from writing it down with the ink of the black blood spotted tears you never spilled while pimpin majesty with sticks and moans upon mine broken bones now everything is dedicated and I feel assassinated though you may think I am quite fascinated by the abuse of this demonic little sister reminding me of the absence of you
I refuse to induce your fixation on breaking the rules actually eleven missing you and I is the nine crimes which seduced me to fulfill your sin and desolate the safety pin that held my world from being viciously exposed while they race this staring contest with no eyeballs but the curiosity to satisfy their hungry vibes that somehow I will justify the loose ends and this little to complicated inconvenient and overrated oral presentation of my linguistic skill to get you straighten less suffocated though still sedated with hesitation we are dressed for war and furthermore as you slit my throat open with the secrets upon the bed the blood and the mess I torn apart your black shirt and fed off your ******* a paper cut caress when then is then now is less as you confessed to walk away now cause we can forget the love marks upon our skin and the apologies when your high speed hands went too deep
and as to recover my crude innocence the snow falls upon my face with a poetic point of view it recalls the memory of blank pages that shall remain blank left out of reasons and forgive me decisions cause the look in your eyes have changed I’d rather die then love the pain that these bullets of mine aimed at your heart may bring and as impressed as I am I remove your tangled soul from my veins while I count mine steps as I walk away well knowing that the door has been closed and shall not be opened again.
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I refuse to induce your fixation on breaking the rules actually eleven missing you and I is the nine crimes which seduced me to fulfill your sin and desolate the safety pin that held my world from being viciously exposed while they race this staring contest with no eyeballs but the curiosity to satisfy their hungry vibes that somehow I will justify the loose ends and this little to complicated inconvenient and overrated oral presentation of my linguistic skill to get you straighten less suffocated though still sedated with hesitation we are dressed for war and furthermore as you slit my throat open with the secrets upon the bed the blood and the mess I torn apart your black shirt and fed off your ******* a paper cut caress when then is then now is less as you confessed to walk away now cause we can forget the love marks upon our skin and the apologies when your high speed hands went too deep
and as to recover my crude innocence the snow falls upon my face with a poetic point of view it recalls the memory of blank pages that shall remain blank left out of reasons and forgive me decisions cause the look in your eyes have changed I’d rather die then love the pain that these bullets of mine aimed at your heart may bring and as impressed as I am I remove your tangled soul from my veins while I count mine steps as I walk away well knowing that the door has been closed and shall not be opened again.
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