velvet hands

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in the dark velvet runs through his vains

he doesn't care so he just paints

paints a photo that portays

a beautifully plain perfect face

in the dark dreams seem to fade

too far out of reach

for now i just miss the light

i guess i'll just jump the bridge

light freckle-dusted face

store-bought blue eyes

a face that could kill a man

and a suicidal sad mind

what a shame it had to be this way

to run after the short end

to find happiness and wealth

he just had to end it his own way

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