intense frustaion
implied in what i said
your reflection rages
as i hold the gun to my head
the blood red roses
that i squeeze in my hands
i let the blood flow down my arms
and aim to where you stand
i want to feel your words
and hold a piece of your mind
hear your dying breaths
discover what you hide
you make my body burn
but my heart ache in such agony
desires of temptaion
my heart has never fealt such blasphomy
my heart split two ways
i hear your cracked and broken words
i hate the way they're said
as your promises become blurred. . . . . .

 
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