Love melted once again,
Riped apple,
When did we become stale?
Let weeds sprout root?
Cold feel, sharp to the touch,
Drowning vision,
I once held you precious,
My ballerina,
What more could I ask for?
When this heart has been cut, split wide open,
Somber silk dressed in awe for this night,
Still you don't have a clue,
That I wasn't what you expected of me,
Sink into my abyss, drown in black,
Final hour,
Wilted grey flowers,
Placed upon graves,
This knife has seen more then just red,
A sight to behold,
Now I'm dragging my nails through you,
Excavate what was once my ruse,
Replace the song stuck inside my head,
Gravely enthralled into hysteria,
Leaving at the final hour,
Let us all pray,
For our own prey,
Let's all rejoice this great hollowed sphere,
Don't let me fall through the cracks and stay there,
You seem to damn sure of your own strength,
I'm kinda bad at showing you my soul,
When chimes begin to sing,
Will you love me? Will you?
©retroletgo
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