Endless bursts of fallen passion,
reside within the eyes that have only seen insanity,
The eyes that bleed, tears to sweet to be salty,
The mistaken happiness,
That resides within an empty vessel,
the establishment of broken dreams,
and shattered scars,
that bleed burning love,
the Cauterized wound from within,
has left me with more,
than a simply singed interior.
Pure genius, Love: The mistaken happiness, That resides within an empty vessel, the establishment of broken dreams, and shattered scars, that bleed burning love, the Cauterized wound from within, has left me with more, than a simply singed interior...
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I loved the way this one flows. Perfect from start to finish, and I especially love the last line.