The Uniententional Murder
Scavenger with Insecurities
A lover with no security
Clenching the fresh heart of the young
She flows illusions perplexed as love
As she is entertained by his pain and squirmish
For she has obtained his heart which can't distinguish
Vulnerable Boy, you've been swept away the promiscuous coy
Vulnerable Boy, only when she's done you'll see you were a toy
She simply liked you, and loved your chase
She never loved you, you just occupied space
And now the seems,that kept your heart together are plucked
As She moves rapidly with slight remorse for what she's done
But she loved your Speed, Agility and Strength
Then she took it all away with such grace
Resulting in Waste my body soaks in ,despairing Everyday
Pointlessly at the world's sorrow which suffers from distain
Snapping, Cracking, Burning lungs are slowly Tarnished to mud
Only Ashes Remain of the heart I once Gave my Blood
You liked this once and then you drifted away
You loved me once, and now your gone again today
The Unintentional Murder of the boy was a tragic Linguistic
For the Massacre of Men are only Statistic
Written By: Manuel Martinez
All Copyrights reserved
A lover with no security
Clenching the fresh heart of the young
She flows illusions perplexed as love
As she is entertained by his pain and squirmish
For she has obtained his heart which can't distinguish
Vulnerable Boy, you've been swept away the promiscuous coy
Vulnerable Boy, only when she's done you'll see you were a toy
She simply liked you, and loved your chase
She never loved you, you just occupied space
And now the seems,that kept your heart together are plucked
As She moves rapidly with slight remorse for what she's done
But she loved your Speed, Agility and Strength
Then she took it all away with such grace
Resulting in Waste my body soaks in ,despairing Everyday
Pointlessly at the world's sorrow which suffers from distain
Snapping, Cracking, Burning lungs are slowly Tarnished to mud
Only Ashes Remain of the heart I once Gave my Blood
You liked this once and then you drifted away
You loved me once, and now your gone again today
The Unintentional Murder of the boy was a tragic Linguistic
For the Massacre of Men are only Statistic
Written By: Manuel Martinez
All Copyrights reserved
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