Scarify, crack and cry, lust and lie. Mutilate, suffocate, make beauty annihilate. Murder conscience, kill your soul, sleep peacefully under deaths dark door. Breathe deeply in the poisoned air And smile unknowing without a care. Guillotine the rose's head, Leave sharp stems cold and dead. It's what true lovers (liars) do, For people are selfish, mean and cruel. It's in Your Mirror, so don't deny it Why do we laugh when we should be crying?
Reason for writing:
Love should be perfect, but it's not. I have taken something beautiful and made it ugly. How could I really believe I loved her, when I knew that everytime I held her close I was hurting her? Doesn't true love forgo lust and desire to do what is best for the other person? So selfish, I just didn't want to believe it, but you can run from the truth only so long.
Birth sign: Gemini
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