Love is a war
Played like a game
These feelings are pawns
Marching to the flames
Burning passion blue
The blood trickles down
Who has time for fashion
When there are stains on the gown?
Her eyes weep gentle tears of blood in the cold and dead of midnight
Standing, shuttering, with the crimson stained knife in the candlelight
“I’m in love”, she whispered softly to the rag doll on the shelf
Smiling serenely, her insincerity masking her true self
With blood-stained hand and shifting eyes she lifts the butchered head
The sweet smell of death rotting intoxicating her evil spread
She slaughtered her love with the knife he gave her only the day before
All she wanted was to be with him forever and nothing more
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
Love is a war
Played like a game
These feelings are pawns
Marching to the flames
Burning passion blue
The blood trickles down
Who has time for fashion
When there are stains on the gown?
Her eyes weep gentle tears of blood in the cold and dead of midnight
Standing, shuttering, with the crimson stained knife in the candlelight
“I’m in love”, she whispered softly to the rag doll on the shelf
Smiling serenely, her insincerity masking her true self
With blood-stained hand and shifting eyes she lifts the butchered head
The sweet smell of death rotting intoxicating her evil spread
She slaughtered her love with the knife he gave her only the day before
All she wanted was to be with him forever and nothing more
This **** whack
