Lover's tongue, and broken weep, lay my head, forever to sleep. Anger's crimson energy, Envy's bitter agony, and the last thing you will see, gun to head, never to be. Smile taunting, Insincerity mocking, without a regret, you know what is best. Born by my mistake, lived worry, awake, a fault in her dreams, pain in her death scream. Love never found, no sweet, tender sounds, untouched and purely, never to be. Her lungs deprived breath, her heart finding rest, the act upon impulse, finished too soon. Words written with angst, and the sharp tang of sorrow, the lies coming softly, "I love you too, I'll see you tomorrow" |
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