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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