Hate Is What I Bought
Silver does not smoke a fire into dollars.
A tie never hangs a rope to tree the blood to your colour.
Flower is white but never snows.
What did why do for you to know.
I whisper and I scream.
I lip my mouth for a kiss when dream.
Far beyond the moon shines the stars.
Behind my wounds burn viscous scars.
Spellbound by the words inked to my skin.
Witches are cast by the demons I let in.
I surrender to your thoughts.
Please forgive me.
Love I never treasured.
Hate is what I bought.
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