Face the passion...........
with our backs exposed
we bleed into the night,
to blend into the background
so sweet
that we let our thoughts
creep into bed with our imagination.
Kill the temporary devils
lust entrusted with greed
Years of hate escape
through your dilated pours
to fight the permanent need
so potent it could stain a bubble.
The only recourse lays within the blade,
.......only to be brave enough to live without it.
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