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the product of teenage angst, backstabbing friends, and a love that'll never blossom.
i hope to god only you survive.
when my cannabalistic massacre takes everyone down around us.
scared smile, soft hips.
i bring my fingers to your lips.
as the indecent beating of my heart takes away all you've ever known.
less anger, more love.
a clichéd angel sent from above.
leaving me as ripped and torn as the bloody corpses below our feet.
ripe lungs, fresh skin.
i never wanted this to begin.
but the moment's frozen in time and there's no stopping me now.
your lie, just one.
but it was enough for me to bring the gun.
and end the lives of the people you so coldly molded yourself into.
withdrawn, no faith.
living your life day to day.
as the being they thought you were supposed to be instead.
not real, just fake.
forget all the mistakes they make.
and run away with me and we can numbly finish this killing spree.
a/n: written awhile ago. R&R please :)