Tip of My Blade.
Burning passion
absorbing in my chest
smelling the coated fashion
of this bullet vest
does it really save me?
so let the ashes of yesteryear burn endeavor
let my heart let free
the fire ready to devour
try me I’ll kill this in a moment of glance
don’t be surprised if the doors shut
and all there is left is a ghastly trance.
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