Carnal pleasures, cancer sticks, drugs,
Or maybe Devil's piss is what you chug.
After all, it's the turmoil we wish to tame.
Though hers may not be the same,
It is still the elusive she wishes to seek,
even if for just a peek.
Cause the heart's pierced by a ghostly sword,
Carefully crafted with venom-dipped words
And wielded by her very own blood.
The people you should beware of are the people closest to you because without you suspecting, they'll strike your heart. To them, its so effing easy because your walls are down. Maybe I should be putting it up again. Its no use letting people in when all you receive in return is hurt.
I know you may say the words in a fit of anger but I don't believe you don't mean them. Anger, sometimes, makes you uncontrollable and what comes out is raw,uncensored and so very real. I, together with the rest, wish you good luck. But do remember we'll still be there for you if you need.
In the mean time, I'll put on my ever-present smile and go on my way.
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