He crossed the room with a subconscious
mind as his thoughts fade and twisted
He went to that empty place inside him.
where he felt, broken and undeserving
His hatred is so deep he became consumed
and started to be withdrawing
Standing a side her casket
she was wearing the crimson
and crystal bracelet he gave
He decided suicide will
give no redemption
while he helped carry her
to her graveside he was weeping
He felt as he was on a razor edge
what lead her to a nirvana entrapment
she was so elegant and sophisticated
Now she will lay here rotting
as my eternal tears shed
Will I always feel this razor edge
Andrea copy write
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