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Romance Language


She calls the dog-man "Money"
Teaches him to sit and beg
IN VINO VERITAS
All cells exacerbated

Seeking absolution in an unforgiving world
Suckle up to the breast of reverence
Once its milk has curdled

You're lucky I'm dead
Else I might have carved off your head
You're lucky I'm in this grave
When I exploded, no one was saved
I'm lucky that you're my friend
Hide your smile beneath a black veil and I descend

Isn't this what you wanted to see?
Now that I've taken my life back are you pleased?
The blood is dried now, but you understand
Don't shed a tear, heartless b*tch
My dying wish is your command

You're lucky I'm dead
Else I might have carved off your head
You're lucky I'm in this grave
When I exploded, no one was saved
I'm lucky that you're my friend
Hide your smile beneath a black veil and I descend

I threw her on the bed
She smashed her head against the mirror
A child enraged, inebriated
If she sees the rosary, the pain to which she wed
IN NOMINE PATRIS
Self-abuse
Pale emaciated

Hell is not as bad as being alive,
being passed over for something more beautiful
Every time
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Tomy Hindley More than 1 year ago
but angery
Phil Gerber More than 1 year ago
Reads well
Wesley Morin More than 1 year ago
thanks, phil... that's all I can really ask for anymore anyhow lol
Lori More than 1 year ago
Feel your anger as well as your pain.
Wesley Morin More than 1 year ago
thanks for reading and reviewing fairly, lori :)
Meny Udofa More than 1 year ago
good work
Wesley Morin More than 1 year ago
thanks, meny
Joshua Blevins More than 1 year ago
lots of heart ache i read filled with anger rage and passion.
Wesley Morin More than 1 year ago
thanks for the stars, joshua
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