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Petal By Petal

Bloody Petals

He loves me,
he loves me not,
He laughs sinisterly
as he watches me rot

� � � Withering roses,
� Petals are being into pieces
� � � Tears of young girls
� Wishing real, their love fantasies
� � � Their dreams
� stomped on, and ruined.
� � � Breaking hearts,
� � � � � �Suicidal thoughts,
� as you cry blood all for nothing.

He loves me?
He loves me not?
He looks at me disgustingly,
as he procedes to painfully
rip my soul apart.

� � � No salvation,
� as I keep sinking into a black hole.
� � � I feel the pressure
� squeezing my brain wanting it to explode.
� � � I see skulls floating,
� the voices whispering angrily.
� � � They laugh in hysterics,
� no room for false sympathy.

Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
I keep chanting these question,
though i�m not a robot.

� � � The nightmares take over
� no sleep for the weak.
� � � The pillows are empty
� as the mirrors scream out that i�m the freak.
� � � I grip unto sanity
� it suceeds to brush me off.
� � � Why do I believe these damn roses,
� will tell me if he loves me or not?

� � � The ghouls they just won�t leave me alone
� � � And cupid, the fucker, look at what he has done.
� � � They mock me, they tricks on my aching being.
� � � You think they care, wrong, they wanna watch as
� � � � � � � �your emotions slowly start fading.

So does he love me?
Does he love me not?
What will my answer be,
when I finally reach the
� last bloodied rose petal?