You Kill Right Through Me

The fire’s burning in my veins;
The heat – contracting my drawstring throat.
Clutching at memories; insane,
And poetic flames burning what’s wrote.

The salt in my frostbitten eyes,
Crack under pressure and spills red ink.
Frozen roses get drowned in ice,
And valentine heartbreak letters sink.

I can’t be anything sincere,
‘Cause burning butterflies haunt my sky.
When crushed roses silt and disappear,
Remind me to light the burning lie.

Walk down your ancient path of stone.
Take a blade of grass from soiled earth.
In my heart, slice, “The weeds have grown,”
And patch it clean with a raven’s birth.

Finally, take rusted bullets,
And shove them deep in my pitch, black heart.
Cross my arms, you kill right through it,
Hang my dignity down, the final part.

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Whatcha think?

Wow...creepy :shock: It's really good tho...with some guitar riffs and music it could make a great song, not that I really know anything about music, but if I like LP then I have good taste rite?

Thanks :)

If you like LP... you should ask yourself that. People say I have bad taste but I don't care *shrugs*