Literature
.Like a Disease.
You'd gladly accept my blood stained lips,
In exchange for the lust of this bullshit,
Suicide is a temptation to the lost souls of eden.
Intoxicating as this poison as the flames of hell arise,
Lead you to the fire that burns inside,
Kill the love that burned alive for days,
Melt this fucking imitation of haze,
Lies are meant to be taken,
As the promises are broken by the truth,
The etched words that has been injected to my spine,
Anger consumes the all the lost fucking souls,
Though the dagger has been dulled by the rain,
I'd gladly accept to push through for more pain,
Tomorrow's rhythm of opaque glory has been died out by the