His body is a torture chamber
His heart is broken glass
The flame that once burned inside of him
Only left gas in his lungs
You can see the smoke in his eyes
And the tar in his smile
Many describe him as hot-headed
But he is only misunderstood
He had no intention of wilting the flower
But he destroys everything he touches
There's poison in his veins
His time is running out
For when the poison reaches his fragile heart,
The universe will finally be at peace
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bittersweet poetry ♡
Puisipoems of melancholy and nepenthe Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry
