A grand place filled
with empty faces
Everyone wants to fill
everyone wants to kill
Soft and slow the caress
of white silk
heated from my hate
Flowers softly felt
though her love
is with the stale
Constantly consumed
the imperfection of her eyes
A swaying rose
of the sharpest thorns
Worthless vanity
means nothing to me
Shallow kisses
for the dead
So the sex was good
but,will it hurt
tomorrow
Nasty humans
infected with the truth
My mouth full of glass
finding yesterday
hard to swallow
Easily touched
and pushed away
Deep thoughts
swell with in my mind
by:wenelson2000
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