☮lifes a bitch because if it was a slut it would be to easy☮
The apple falls, close 2 the tree,
lying lonely n stepped on by everyone.
The skin, fades 2 black,
with white scars bleeding bitter tears;
shes losing herself, but is still so beautiful.
The apple rolls, away from the tree,
slipping from, the grasp of everything.
She whispers n, I feel the dull metal sorrow,
it stings my veins, n makes me fall asleep,
she wont wake up, but lies there so beautifully.
The apple rests, in ecstasy,
a river of hatred, n sickened childhood.
Homicide, of the sun, she runs away too soon,
suicide, of a girl, who resembles the moon
n ashes of her innocence form a circle of no hope.
And love, just like blood, will always stain.;
