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Sweet Rose of Rage
like poetry in motion she's getting to me like prophecy unfolding her notion is a beast i'm rising like yeast and falling like angels blocked off and blacked out she cuts off every avenue and angle i struggle and i strangle as she steals another kiss it's getting deeper and it's darker,one step closer to my death she's a flower of forever in a field of sad scarecrows like a queen of smooth seduction,sitting in her seat of scorn i get tangled up and torn as she's coming out to play my stomach turns sour as she whispers my name she's a thorn in my soul she's my sweet rose of rage her red hair flows like volcanic lava as she slithers closer to me my heart beats hard like deathbeat dramas she smiles a shark tooth grin that slices me apart like a swarm of pirahnas my triple locked doors she opens with ease my heart,mind,and soul they fall at her feet in war and in peace i'm her prisoner of pain she's a thorn in my soul she's my sweet rose of raqe her innocence withers and turns into guilt still i drink from her fountain of poisonous milk we make love in blood rivers and cyanide streams she controls and contorts all my thoughts and my dreams i hide and she seeks...too quick to be found i stay blinded and bound to the sights and the sounds from a harlots mad hate she's a thorn in my soul she's my sweet rose of rage anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
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