Vent

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Dismiss her , she's distressed
A blistered fierce mess
Broken bloke, burnt to ashes
Stoke her coal, cuts and slashes
Take her far away from here
Wake her from the nightmare near
Her heart is up her sleeve
What's left of it ,beneath the weave
She's torn at all her seams
Can you not hear her screams?
Listen closely , this is hell
Is this reality? You can't tell
Craving the death she once feared
Engraving this , bloodshed tears
Broken bloke, some dumb naive
Awoken stope , some rum ,yes please
Pain can't be measured with her tears
Her fake smiles are the real spears
She was empty and wanted to feel
Didn't know this pain counted, wrist sealed
Once trusted too little ,now trusted too much
They said ashes to ashes and passions to dust

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