Slipping...
Falling...
Sufficating...
Within these walls of solitude.
Losing blood and nails...
As I try to find a way out...
Out of this abyss of despair...
Failing...
Ever so slowly...
While you lie through your teeth...
And I pretend deception is unevident.
Why must you torment me with your reckless ways?
Your hollow words stab away at theses already burdened thoughts.
And in your eyes...
Those beautiful eyes...
I see me.
But the illusion is wearing thin...
For now I can see beneath the beauty...
And with sorrow I look upon...
Lust.
Why must I fall in love so easily...
And lose everything I have...
Just to get back out again?
And still yet have the scars...
To remind me.
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