I covered myself in melted iron glancing the way you look at me
Cooling through its way to cells
Solid it seared
Only out of disgust
But it seems like you're looking to my soul so there was no use for the poetry that has rotten away in my stomach as you tossed my phone down the edge of the 7th floor by the bullet that were moving toward me
you misfired
your face wired
You wanted to make this brain shut down breathless cause it knew the true nature of your heart while you're playing a good roll in the place you brought happiness into while stealing it from ours
you failed
even in killing a soul who its gun is a paper while you had a .44 Magnum
no light to the table you only bring hurricanes
somewhere in a dry spot of my heart where love left there's a pointed blade
7th floor house n°18
Hell on earth, wooden stairs
everything is so weak
the creak as I pass makes me check our celluloid tapes, I grab them out on a sunny morning
You know a lot about my white roses by the potential of ruining them
Now you only know this
Neither what's in the back of these empty eyes that only saw stars from the iron that invaded me nor this door
Which I closed
Forever.
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-ME-