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Sep 2020
The Last Winter

Porcelain face,
Dripping blood,
A misunderstanding,
Isn't that how fear breeds?

Another massacre to entertain,
The blood shed to the ground,
Running for your life,
Was it worth it at all?

Sirens ring throughout the night,
Bullets zing from wall to wall,
Battle scars from the jealous alcoholic.
Winter winds blow
The shivers up your spine.

A misunderstanding,
The bloodshed,
Was it worth it all?

A night turned to hell,
The stars are all gone,
The last winter with you..
Was it worth it all?
Inspired by Edward Scissorhands
Greyisntwell
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