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Sleepy Hollow
night owl
my sleepy hollow
swallow the dose of pain whole
as i slowly watch the white snow fall solo.
my world has crumbled below.
and you and i - we both know.
tarnished paint peels and rips from walls,
tattooed stories of her lifetime.
let go of those feelings he put there.
grab hold of the conscience you impaired and dared declared by lust,
or is it love that rests in my grasps in my clutch.
inherited you gave him trust and made the mistakes we must-
but distance is what needs to be between us;
for words whispered through prison bars, loose their charm,
loose their touch- my feathered skin.
because broken hearted i martyred my mentality to make it fit
and those pins you pushed into flesh,
have wept and scarred over
lost the ability to stay sober..
you stumbled across cruela devil
and boy you lost your composure.
upkept and night sweats. lips and hands held clenched.
misunderstood the time spent writing the days away in all these pages.
yet brain chemistry has bend folds, that keep remembering..
hoping that we were strong.
its crimson blood splatter
with sweet lullabies shattered.
i only fight with my hands.
my sleepy hollow
swallow the dose of pain whole
as i slowly watch the white snow fall solo.
my world has crumbled below.
and you and i - we both know.
tarnished paint peels and rips from walls,
tattooed stories of her lifetime.
let go of those feelings he put there.
grab hold of the conscience you impaired and dared declared by lust,
or is it love that rests in my grasps in my clutch.
inherited you gave him trust and made the mistakes we must-
but distance is what needs to be between us;
for words whispered through prison bars, loose their charm,
loose their touch- my feathered skin.
because broken hearted i martyred my mentality to make it fit
and those pins you pushed into flesh,
have wept and scarred over
lost the ability to stay sober..
you stumbled across cruela devil
and boy you lost your composure.
upkept and night sweats. lips and hands held clenched.
misunderstood the time spent writing the days away in all these pages.
yet brain chemistry has bend folds, that keep remembering..
hoping that we were strong.
its crimson blood splatter
with sweet lullabies shattered.
i only fight with my hands.
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