The Fragrance of your poison is sweet
Your heart is scattered
Divide.
Your fingers un-gloved by the helpless love
As your life unfolds to the mistreated
defeat
The doors miss your quiet escape
The silent street
Beauty doesn’t lie, your features are fake.
Moonlights own path covered your
fight
But my dear your still here
Vengeance is mine
The silent scream from your scattered he art did divide.
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