they ****** the venom out
with teeth impaled
on my neck
the butterflies that fluttered
in my chest
were actually moths
finding a permanent nest
i lost the growl
in my voice
the silence between my hurt
i finally learned
to fly
without the help of the
sad moon
neither the shout of
crimson red,
bathing under the
beautiful suit
but all at once
i ran out of rhyme
as i gained
the real paradise
i deserve
i threw the world of mine
i threw the world
untold
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
they ****** the venom out
with teeth impaled
on my neck
the butterflies that fluttered
in my chest
were actually moths
finding a permanent nest
i lost the growl
in my voice
the silence between my hurt
i finally learned
to fly
without the help of the
sad moon
neither the shout of
crimson red,
bathing under the
beautiful suit
but all at once
i ran out of rhyme
as i gained
the real paradise
i deserve
i threw the world of mine
i threw the world
untold
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