I'll write you some of my tragedies
Pathetic lullaby's and broken families
Thick paper rendering your soul thin
Remove the tearing and lies within
I'll give you attention through sweet and sour rumors
The only words causing cancerous tumors
Bleed your ink straight into my bottle
Together, we'll write this poem full throttle
Pain is weakness leaving the body
Memories are everything that forgot me
Pray for a death before your eyes
Sit back, and be quite hypnotized
Sparks will fly, once I die
True love and the midnight sky
Kiss gently the lips of the suicidal dying
Show me everything you've kept from trying

One the count of three
You'll never see me
One; Curtain is down
No trace of me found
Two; Applause at my funeral
Something so original
And three; I loved you deadly
 
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