Live a lie oh life of mine
on bitter steps of thistled thorns
and sweet attempts to fizzle fine,
a brazen rose among fevered love with
little tears and grand hopes, no more.
If I were you I'd follow through and down
the path of poor lit candle throwns,
darkened stones, and tainted pride
and clear a way your supposed eyes
a place far away yet by my side
and live tonight one last time,
asleep forever
oh life of mine.
I have no idea what the hell this is about but I wrote it in 2 seconds at work. LOL. what the eff?!
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