Sickles cell hell... Digging with this spade in hand, my own will be what brings the depth, years not slept... No tears here to bare just the nails from hell.
Poisoned me here, spill my blood in the very place you speak loves name, when I walk on the the surface of your sun... Your burn my feet.
Melt me to the core, when all I said isn't enough you'd kill me away, between the moon and you I'd find pills escaping.
No sober hands to reaching you, space jumping through your sickness of insanity, your truth is venom in my in my blood stream.
When the love I feel comes close to darkness over you, to handle the hell in you, yet turn to heaven as soon as I reach the door.
Evermore broken, your wisdom of the burning bush... Yet be this snake in my garden, between love and hate... Your calling and I walk away.
Just to end up back eye to eye facing hellish pleasures truth that fades.
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