I left a thorn on your tombstone
The one you had around my heart
Toxic of it's serpentine disease
Into dreaded thoughts accustomed to the grave
Low and behold an epitaph appears written in blood
Reads "Only grave robbers may enter"
So many guilty pleasures in line
But they deem themselves powerful when they leave
As your energy famishes itself with each disease
The night grows colder
Desolation drowns out unconditional love
Judged by six feet under notions
Unbalanced pride, Fictionally bedazzled
As the dead look on with disgust,
Clueless to the fact,
That they themselves are truly the ones not living
But what can I do?
No, I shall not play their game
Predators that own your once lively existence
Making you the prey amongst your very own prayers
Society, No longer will you take me as a fool
I am someone who stands tall and knows what love truly is
Sorry, I am not to your "expectations"
So long, Former beauty
Walk dead with pride
I want to live, Live again
Trust is such a sacred thing
If you think of me ugly
That is ok because your interpretation of beauty,
Is a vile insidiously disgusting thing. Goodbye
I ripped this very thorn, free from my heart
Yet, Even now each of it's beats still stings
Heartbreak, It's such a haunting thing
True beauty, Fly me above and beyond the graveyard
Cleanse me towards the stars that shall someday take me away
Am I from this world anyways?
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