Toxic
The moon is not that pretty now.
One bitter night
Dear Reader
Songs-- If you're feeling bad.
Silly one in love
Toxic
Waiting to stich your lips,
Skin cut open through my fingertips.
The prettiest facade on the show,
Stolen light's toxic glow.
Words on the edge of innocent notes,
Thrown, crumbled on the floor
No fake smiles here, only fake sadness.
No love, only cruel madness.
Come, fall for no feelings, only gravity
of the wicked lanes.
What's sanity,
Through the eyes of a fearless game?
© Zeen ,
книга «I lived.».
The moon is not that pretty now.
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