dark words fall in vast degree, drippling off of poisoned lips. shredding the heart to blooddy ribbons, they cut the soul with razored tips. these words like countless ammunition, sting like salt in pre - formed wounds. souls trails of fire and rage increased, like growth of weeds in midst of june. all other words fall for nought, all other words are spoke in vain, than those words spoken, induced of love, spoken in relief of pain.
Reason for writing:
People can be real a**holes sometimes. (believe me)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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