Styles of lust
styles from above
you make me cry and hollar with unused romance
crying for you,
but never dying for you
clawing my way up from hell
to remorse in your light
lying for you is what i knew
would get me fallen
you made me this wya
so go,
and go
lying with your lips
i cry and cry
blood wings falling to the earth...
i am never fully....alive
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