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Guilty pleasure, grief
Tears, like flower petals fall , to the winter, reluctently comply,
the gift of tears, consuming all, all thats left of double murder suicide,
the ending of me, myself and i, tis the rage that murders,killing little girl inside ,
I became a monster,running to the shadows,to hide,
anything to get away from the light,
i learned to love the moon, for fear of anything bright,
darkness became my lover, meine liebe, the night.
A madness arisen, enduring, adoring, its blooming breath,
heavy sorrow, like a surrounding, looming, lurking death,
peircing the skin, like a syringe, filled with meth,
drowning life, til nothings left.
Overwrought with weeping and laughter,
self- loathing and self-love, once before and unhappily ever-after,
once so beautiful , pristine, lace is tattered,
does it really even matter, the ways in which my heart shall shatter
the gift of tears, consuming all, all thats left of double murder suicide,
the ending of me, myself and i, tis the rage that murders,killing little girl inside ,
I became a monster,running to the shadows,to hide,
anything to get away from the light,
i learned to love the moon, for fear of anything bright,
darkness became my lover, meine liebe, the night.
A madness arisen, enduring, adoring, its blooming breath,
heavy sorrow, like a surrounding, looming, lurking death,
peircing the skin, like a syringe, filled with meth,
drowning life, til nothings left.
Overwrought with weeping and laughter,
self- loathing and self-love, once before and unhappily ever-after,
once so beautiful , pristine, lace is tattered,
does it really even matter, the ways in which my heart shall shatter
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