symphony
Blade to my wrist like a violin
Pain can produce beautiful melodies
Composing a constant struggle
Orchestrating my own orchestra
The cold sharp bow against my strings
Vital arteries are mysterious things
Death of a heart, grieving having a feeling
They're nothing but solvable problems
I'll take Cupid's arrow through my heart
Or a bullet through my mind
Killed by love or loneliness
Bring me to a garden of unholiness
I wont shoot myself in the foot again
I'll make sure the pellets pierce my brain
Paint the walls red
Every ounce that I've bled
I don't care how I do it
I can't push through it
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