‘Cept When There is No Blood

Blood WordsMy eyes are as dry as my Whiskey glass. My chest is as hollow as the days gone past. My lips smile red, and my words lull you to sleep. But you are failing to see the secrets I keep. The lullaby i whisper, and the bows that I tie. The gift of sweetness, right before the lie. The gift of convincing sorrow, right before you cry.

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