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Strange. He romanticizes hell.
Almost like he has actually been there.
Like the grimm, clad in the darkness of humanity
led him to the elevator t..
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Hold my wings, will you?
Let me dress up in white
So my image screams 'purity'
Let me cut open my wounds
So they radiate light
Let me wear my h..
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Go on
Take in her beauty
Breathe in her existence
Find solace
In that smear of vermillion on her forehead
The dark kohl that brings out the brow..
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She rests,
Craftsmanship at its best,
In the midst of green,
Petals and her skin akin.
Hair as smooth as the satin
On my throne, I never sat ..
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The blare.
The beeps.
The sobs.
The screams.
I heard it all.
Maybe this was hell
Tormenting me, of what could have been,
But slipped thro..
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A grin on his face, twinkle in his eyes,
Fingers manipulating strings of mundane lives,
Intoxicated by the smell of their forlorn souls,
Wooden ves..
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You treat her like she's glass- touch her and she'd shatter..
You kiss her broken pieces, leave you bleeding and tattered.
You gather her, think y..
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Do not think. It only eats you up. Thoughts are like that fat glutton who eats fifty pizzas in one go. And even worse.. This fat glutton ain't friendl..
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And yet.. Here I float, smiling through it all,
The ghost of my wounds, over me they crawl..
The ghost of my heart, so loyally does break..
And ..
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Fierce, if a word was enough to describe her.Held a volcano in her eyes, stone for a heart, steel fora soul.Bullets spoke what her lips don't , scars ..
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