Beautiful Nightmare

July 2, 2010
Lips like the fire she burns.
Eyes like the water shes drowning in.
Voice like the lullaby she plays.
As soft as the rose petals she holds.
As harsh as the knife shes addicted to.
As cold as the rain she stands in.
As alone as the graveyard she walks in.
A beautiful nightmare.

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