Flowers painted with blood
lost in a mistold love
equaled by inspiring
violence
i envy to carry silence
and the fingers slide
upon a cold knife
ready to slice
as u cut a hole in my life
and wimper shall
invade
as death claims your name
with great impulse
i didn't care to think
that the flowers were for me
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Angels sighing
demons pierced
heart so sweet
innocence sent
but deep beyond beauty
evil lurks