
Lips laced with sweet morphine,
a candy coated gutter tramp.
Dead eyes blankly stare,
into lands of twisted delight.
Pulled further down to deception,
sinking in your beautiful lies.
Skin pale as fresh snow,
bleached in darkened tunnels.
Clammy fingers around ankles,
memories of blinding pain.
Tears snake down soul's walls,
drowned inside and out.
Tendrils of twisted hair,
my hangman's noose.
Dreams of yesterday forgotten.






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