She is from hate
From violence and ecstasy
She if from the stains on your carpet
Blood tinged and dirty
She is from the flower
The Black Rose
Whose petals always seem to fall
She is from amuesment & stupidity
From the prick and the spiteful woman
She is from the addicts and the quiet ones
From shut up and go away to leave us alone
She is from the atheists and the anti-christs
No wants or needs
She is from cocktails and a bedroom
From death do us part to i hate you its over
She is from the arm she still cuts
And the tears that always drop
In a notebook lye all the notes
Filled with unseen emotion
Lost hopes and dreams
And many more to come and go
Its I who SHES from
ONLY ME
 
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