Your feelings always hidden
Thoughts unforgiven
The spoken words of meaningless rhythm
While your senses though are numb
Why not speak aloud the convictions
Let go of all your addictions
Let it not end with the sound of a gun
If not, for all the things left undone
But the second of adrenaline
Is as liquor to my soul within
With a fleeting heart; overwhelming presence
All the colors have become so intense
‘My silken bride’ was your sales pitch
Intoxication; my everlasting b***h
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