You have devil horns supporting your halo, so don't pretend to be an angel
You have crosses on your legs, but between them isn't so pure at all
If I was a voodoo doll then you'd be the needles in my back
Puncturing the scars where others have backstabbed me
And piercing through my barely beating heart that already aches so much
Forcing me to relive the pain and sit in the fucking rain
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Red & Black
PoetrySix poems, each with six lines. Literally written in red and black hence the name of this short collection. Enjoy fellow readers.
