Saturday, 16 May 2015

Cry

Get above my head,
Hit me.
Bleeding skull.
We, never been the match.
And now am leaving.
Go die yourself.
I just spit around.
Blood.
Pain.
Starving for each other.
My monster wakes up, tore you down.
Eye blinks.
Heart beats.
And you are no more.
Am on the shift.
You can’t be there.
And I don’t want you.
Love for you.
Cry. Ruin my tears.
Hurt me.
And Kill me.
You can do it.
Love. Hell.

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