Broken promises smothered.
To have a heart.
One that bleeds love.
Lies stolen by what was spoken.
Blisters the lips with a kiss.
Unspoken to be the truth.
Dark i am to be honest.
Unharmed.
Black is the present past.
Felt by the ice cold flames.
Vile to bleed what is my blood.
Rivers runs the poison which venoms my veins.
Choiced to live until I die.
My screams render to fill.
Which displays the crack in my dreams.
I close my eyes, i do not want to wake.
Why.
Why.
Why.
I cry, my rot eats chocolate as decay.
Soon I will be cannabalised before noon.
Flies do fly.
So do you.
When you die.
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