You have worned away the soles
And your heart is bleeding till leg
White wedding gown is torn by Squalls
No love rests in treasoned bag.
Crimson roses are a gift to sister Moon
Her tender touch sometimes can heal,
Flames should devour that horrid June
When your soul was hit and stealed.
Blank stare in nothingness black
Whatever to call the sun...
Shadows wait a little and attack
Love is a loaded Gun, for someone...
Fucking words of devotion, faith
They are gone with the wind
Now it's dolour and wet dripping face
If it's repentance, where U have sinned..?
You're so beautiful, the Wonder alive,
Stupid dude didn't catch that thought,
Which vortex should now you dive?
None, your emptiness will be thy Sword.
A Bleeding Bride
© Copyright: Мэттью Андерс, 2026
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