Admiration is a sinI feel so cold And out of control Traits only a reaper would admire. The strings have fallen limp Slack; in need of tuning But my hands are bandaged and achy. I can’t reach the pegs. You’re kiss was everlasting. You tore my world in two. My memories are fleeting. Hazy eyes, glazed with regret. You hand out deaths by the dozen. Freeze them without an answer. Free them from their sanity.Admiration is a sin
Tune them until their strings snap. Oh, how you hurt the living. Oh, how you nurture the dead. The ones that cannot feel, you care for. The ones that ca
The Broken GunThe rusted knife Driven through your heart The pain in your chest As your blood thins. Pulse slowing You’re fading away. The sullen blade Dark with decay Giving you trouble As you try to grind your life away. Your soft spoken words ‘Grind me to dust’ you say a fine red dust made of crushed crystalline blood. The broken gun With the faulty trigger. Die or live, it’s in fate’s hands. It’s a win-win situation. The shards of glass are falling In place of the rain. Splintered crystal Falling in a sea of ruby water. ThThe Broken Gun
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You! Obey the Fist!
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Close the world...txen eht nepO
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