I oft wonder what it will take
To rid us of the fake
Those who claim to be a friend
But turn out to be pretend
And the messages they send
Then there's thos...


A Martyr For Your Touch..

You can stop my heart.
You can steal my soul.
You can burn my flesh.

Consume my bones

Your smile pierces through my veins
Your eye...

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