Venus (Book 2)

vines

I have let go, yet I still,

still hold on so tight

I hold on to hope

but, hope kills

doesn't it? 

smoke them 

go ahead 

I'll watch you die 

smoke them, 

your drugs 

slowly 

kill you 

you distract yourself with death 

when I could have given you 

reasons to live 

but your pain

will always win

because 

you have no faith

without faith, you will be controlled 

by the evil walls inside your heart 

your silly lies 

your ego grows 

you're like a thorny vine 

that grows upon my window 

blocking the rays of sun 

but you see... 

things don't always go your way, 

I can easily cut your vines off my window 

I'll bathe in the sun 

and you thought I would come crawling back 

a bit pathetic don't you think? 

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