The ones you loved you killed in hate Destroyed by fire and fornication You strolled into her beautiful eyes fell in love and became hypnotized Before you knew it there were two both more powerful than you Loves feeling lost you're in two Not knowing what to do You slit their throats in love and rage And in your life you turn the page Forgetting they lived You lose your mind You can smell something creeping up on you from behind You turn around and what do you see Your lost loves corpses coming for thee And with claws like razors and their bodies afloat, they slowly and violently slash at your throat You try to scream and call for help but all passerbys see is a man by himself And you think you are dead as you fall to the ground, and suddenly you see that white suited men are all around And you think they are angles here to take you away As they take you to Heaven to put you away
Reason for writing:
Again insanity dominates my poetry. Other than that its self explanitory.
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