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She’s talking through my dreams again Always the same as she’s always been Dressed in distress and decadence Soaked in hate up to her lovely dress My favorites threes since My second, better death Forever her eyes up to the sky Above her head a broken halo shines Infinite repeat so easily broken And that’s when I hear the words She’s finally spoken up to me With the slyest grin “I’ll cook your heart inside of mine Drip into every atom of your mind” As scared of her as I should’ve been I could not resist and let her into My broken arms, so full of sin Caked with blood and my lasting regrets My troubled world starts to crave pain The dream begins and I enslave her Scarred and beautiful as death in her skin I behold her true but is it only… because I’m lost? Or am I lonely? Without a soul to bind me I’d leave this place all behind and say goodbye But where I fell is where I stay drained of will And in my dreams she never fades away until Opulence in impurities and confident insecurities Have ravished her frame from days on end within My fevered lust, which has come betrayed with truth And lies, I turn to her “I love you still, but will let you loose Upon this world as I’ve done before- never return to me Anymore.” But then, she returns again. © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Heart (X) Specter
She’s talking through my dreams again Always the same as she’s always been Dressed in distress and decadence Soaked in hate up to her lovely dress My favorites threes since My second, better death Forever her eyes up to the sky Above her head a broken halo shines Infinite repeat so easily broken And that’s when I hear the words She’s finally spoken up to me With the slyest grin “I’ll cook your heart inside of mine Drip into every atom of your mind” As scared of her as I should’ve been I could not resist and let her into My broken arms, so full of sin Caked with blood and my lasting regrets My troubled world starts to crave pain The dream begins and I enslave her Scarred and beautiful as death in her skin I behold her true but is it only… because I’m lost? Or am I lonely? Without a soul to bind me I’d leave this place all behind and say goodbye But where I fell is where I stay drained of will And in my dreams she never fades away until Opulence in impurities and confident insecurities Have ravished her frame from days on end within My fevered lust, which has come betrayed with truth And lies, I turn to her “I love you still, but will let you loose Upon this world as I’ve done before- never return to me Anymore.” But then, she returns again. © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
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