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Hey miss murder can I make beauty stay if I take my life?
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.Walls stained red, heart stained black, blood stained hands and wrists fight demons. Can't you see this is wrong? This is not love, this is desire and passion, not love. Love is anything but evil, but lust and desire kill. They take their filthy hands and slaughter love in the streets, with no regard for the losses, with no regard for the innocent bystanders it kills. Oh if only you could see, if only you could feel, if only you were not as a blind child in a garden of roses. You feel only the thorns and the pains, you do not see the beauty of the roses or the full extent of the rose garden, you only feel the evil, you only feel the moment.
