Wrists bleeding,bodys hanging POEM II

Fake words
With a sad face on
Oh,cry
On your golden throne
Façade
With a smile upon
A lie
And a heart scratched on


My sharpness didn’t work on you
Here’s your pleasure:I fell for you
Misspelled the word of trust
Let’s spit pink dust and throw up lust
While I think of ways to kill you
Fast fast fast.


Love bleeds
And you cry out more
Missed me
Leave your fakeness home
I know
That you're on your own
You sigh
But you’re happy though


Hearts breaking,revenge and drama
Wrists bleeding,bodys hanging
My ceiling cannot take this much more
And you’re faking


You’re suffering and I love it
This love-hate,let’s enjoy it
Fist fights and bleeding noses
You missed me and that shows it


Fake kisses
Too much lipstick on
Oh,cry
You’re still alone
Façade
With a smile upon
Let's lie
Scratching less than three's on...


On the pink dust ...
On this moving ground

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