the fire in my eyes, ceases
except in the light
of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever
plump sanguine lips
glossed over in the saliva of guys
i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies
to taste the lips of "lovers"
an ego boost
a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings
covered in *****
of those who are not smart enough to see
when something is fake
like a mad medusa witch
i understand now why some women took the hand of evil
but the angel inside me
breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore
and the devil will not walk out the door
so i'll hurt myself instead
with a bullet to my head
a splash of colour
and i'm dead
with real wings
instead
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
the fire in my eyes, ceases
except in the light
of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever
plump sanguine lips
glossed over in the saliva of guys
i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies
to taste the lips of "lovers"
an ego boost
a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings
covered in *****
of those who are not smart enough to see
when something is fake
like a mad medusa witch
i understand now why some women took the hand of evil
but the angel inside me
breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore
and the devil will not walk out the door
so i'll hurt myself instead
with a bullet to my head
a splash of colour
and i'm dead
with real wings
instead
hearts are not a joke
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