To Bleed From One's Eyes
She bled from an area unexpected
and like rain it fell from the clouds
just the thought of you alive
is enough to bring down the sky
The faces turn white from the shock
of ten thousand shotgun hearts
beating through my chest
the pages fall out of the walls
of libraries
in a dimly lit city
whihc now encovers you as a tomb
if you do not understand why
you must die then my work goes unfinshed
as i stare straight into the sun I wonder
why the blood didn't wash off
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My heart is on strings and wires
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