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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 im not a robot.

The nightmares take over
no sleep for the weak.
The pillows are empty
as the mirrors scream out that im 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 wont 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?

Written by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
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