Oh; the scenery,
Romantic ain’t it,
The roses,
Aground,
Leading your heart,
To a soft, comfortable ,
Hell,
Heaven; her lips spelled ,
Captivated; caught in a spell,
Chains around a heart,
A cell of peace & misery.

White lights
Illuminated
my bloody tears
Red ceiling,
As I lie there looking at lights
Coming to terms with the end of us




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