Lost Romance

A slammed door, A cry unlike before. A tear in her eye, Fear of a devil inside. His beating heart, so black, A screaming night, A bleeding sky, so dark. You can hear her cry. Walking footsteps, Talking poems of Lost Romance, Stalking daggers of taken blood. Like living life with a blood stain on your shirt. Crying mascara running down her angel-face cheeks. Her infected lying lipstick at the edge of his flirtatious tongue. Actions speak louder than words, His words represent his insatiable lust and a harlot's history, Her actions of our unbroken trust with these verses in me. BLOOD STAINS ON LEATHER A fallen angel, The key to rising pain and her revenge. SPEAKING POETRY WITH KNIVES His beating heart, so black, A screaming night, A bleeding sky, so dark. You can hear her cry. Walking footsteps, Talking poems of Lost Romance, Stalking daggers of taken blood. Like living life with a blood stain on your shirt. LIAR (Amen) IN THE FIRE (Amen) LIAR (Amen) IN THE FIRE (Amen) LIAR (This is sin) SLAVES TO DESIRE (This is sin) LIAR (This is sin) SLAVES TO DESIRE (This is sin) His beating heart, so black, A screaming night, A bleeding sky, so dark. You can hear her cry. Walking footsteps, Talking poems of Lost Romance, Stalking daggers of taken blood. She better live her life with his blood stain on her shirt... AND HER KNIFE IN HIS HEART