To impede the healing process
Pride worn poorly around her throat
Her lips taste of better days
My lips taste of sin
“Just hang on,” she said
Her hate, her hope a noose
Ever tighter it coils
Around her heart, around her hope
Single locust in the plague
Does her part
Takes pride in her work
While the night blesses those ideas the day abhors
Cut and paste those broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
Swallowed by the night
By a thread she hangs
Used bodies using bodies
Breathing their last breaths
Alcohol erodes regret
She’s heaven-sent but hell-bent
Cut and paste those broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
There will be blood, there always is
She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers, “there will be blood”
She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers, “there will be blood”
Swallowed by the night
To impede the healing process
No heart left unscathed
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