i see the hurt in the skyline
a fetish born out of spite
ive traded lovers for scars
and still know one cares
tomorrow is closing
and still im open again
a cruel test of perserverence
this blood is home to me
i cant shake, my hatred
it engulfs me, so fittingly
i watched the flame kiss her lips
becoming mesmerized with guilt
sensations collapse down right beside her
i only wanted love
i cant break, this depression
it loves me, and im weak




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