Heaven Or a Polished Hell.

May 25, 2011
Started with a kiss, ended with a lifeless body.

bloody hands smears your chest

the alarms of disturbance go off in my mind

meshing with the sound of yells and cries

the sirens and surgeons are here to save,

its to late, your already sinking into your grave

take my hand lead me through the sorrow

kill me first, my hearts to borrow

losing you is what hurts the most

was i the cause or just the blank host

you finally got what you wanted

pushing against the madness we started and fear

so take me at your side my dear

take me to heavens gate

before you know it, it will be to late

you aren't what i loved before

however this must be my fate.

this love will never feel like heaven

but, always be a polished up hell.

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