When love is buried deep
You make a home within
Slowly becoming its unknowing slave
Listening to lies
And seeing them as truth
This love is blind
And in so blinded you

You follow its beauty
It's lined in red and white
But so is the color of you
As it is cut with a knife
You press fire to your skin
To feel within
And never forget
The spinster
You fell in love with

Led on the leash of lies
Burned in the touch of desire
Rolling around on the bed of dead roses
Sweet still in their withering decay
Your heart is only bleeding
From love's thorns
Only a scratch
Healed with false love

Blind and scarred
Never seeing the home you built
Crumbling around you
Until there is nothing left
But the sickly sweet smile
The face of your cherished love
Standing over you
Your heart in hand
Still beating
Still bleeding

Never wanting to hurt you
Is always the goal
Just wanting a massacre
Inside and out

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