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Maybe love have spoke too soon, I was a big fool
dreaming of you that the reality I was sure to lose
the heart beats of pain the worship that I can's sustain the ambition of the rain
deceiving towards the thoughts taught of the inner soul
concoil of the oil that burns desire to my soul
walking into the walls that have blocked me to the ligh that the darkness carried its shadows
not often that tomorrow follows borrowed hollow grounds
bulletproof not often to make the turmoils of these sounds
mounted on my heads, death dont brings the dead
so all i write is dark poetry, unridden towards my soul
flowing down the waters, not believing stories like Jack and Jill
I popped pills just to make me feel happy, but the side affects make me not relieve this pain
Insane doing he same thing, damn, where can my brains hangs
put m heart in my writing not wanting no comments
just want you to read and fill my pain
RHONE
