Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Hemo-Goblin

Your sinister poison,
Lips pressed against a tainted
Destiny, bellowing softly
These toxic "I Love You's" into
Nothing short of perfection.
When the wind bickers back,
I tear apart the arteries
Keeping these emotions in tact.
When goodbye's are whispered,
I'll utter a laugh, for I loved the
Broken dawn, and not you but
Could not contain my joy over the
Lack of second chances in love.

12-14-10


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