Wednesday, March 2, 2011

“Non-Fictional Fatality”

Silver tongues and eyes set to destroy
Just tell me why you’re so persistent
You’re leading a crusade against me
My gentle, peaceful heart put to the test
I’m seeing red and there is no calm
A breath from the crypt, a sigh of despair
Disloyalty stirs within the sibling’s mind
The bonds of blood bled dry for a stranger’s sake
Her ghastly lips turned hostile; an automatic weapon
Piercing a heart, trying so hard to recover

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