lies, count them one at a time
charred metal against vacant, stained eyes
broken black walls and splintered glass needles
pound on the door of my heart and rip me through like lightning when you go
in a sky laden with secrets
in a sea stung with the smell of regret
it isn't hard to find something to cry for
its isn't hard to find someone to die for
it isn't hard at all
you're beautiful
from the blade in your eyes to the collision of your kiss
the sound of forgotten songs ricochets
as I sit with nothing but your shadow
bless me, bury me, tie me up and behead me
but don't let me go
i won't forget the ghost I loved
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lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
