Scented Pain
Come down
Until I have to rise above to smile
Been there
The ultimate dispute for us to share
Somehow
I realized the time was to beware
Sell your soul
As long as you can maintain your style
Drifting
Apart from everything that once was not
Dead!
This flaw of judgment remaining untrue
Call again
You look for me, but I still run from you
Burning ash
Builds conquered lungs in this embrace, so hot…
Scented pain
Is what I feel at night when I steal your breath,
Do it now!
And pretend another pleasure dressed as youth,
Fading out…
I turn night in day, and what I say in truth,
All bled by now!
That useless wrist may make you happy, but will not bring you death…
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