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Monday, August 6, 2007




Love Is Murder

Those poor children in love are so innocent,
But regardless, they are still sent
To a brutal, untimely grave
Because of the heart that they gave.

The poor boy has to carry
The monster of his envy
For the other his love wants to marry,
And because of what will never be.

This is exactly why
Those children will choose to die.

People cover
The monster
With a happy smile and a joyful skip,
Forgetting the price of being kissed upon the lip.

Those children will always be bleeding,
And they’ll always be needing
For more and more
As they cry upon the floor.

The children lose innocence, and must
Betray each other out of pointless lust.

This feeling they’ll find
Is gilded and never kind.

It’s the devil in a heart shape
That no one can escape.

Is a simple kiss
Really worth pain like this?

This is all why they say they must
Completely forget how to trust.

~Angel of Strife~




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