Tracing
Silver lines
Trace my skin
Where to end
Or begin
Root of things
Buried deep
Which lies freed
Which to keep
Apple red
Drops of blood
Once clear future
Turned to mud
I made a promise
But let you down
Masquerade ball
Cage like gown
My smile
Painting a picture
Of deception
I was pure
Until I danced
Explained away
Bumps and bruises
To make you stay
Truth would scare you
Rip us apart
Let’s rewind
To the start
Heart shaped notes
Traded smiles
Counting kisses
Leaves endless piles
Childhood love
Cut so short
Death come’a calling
Looming to port
Silver lines
Trace my skin
Where to end
Or begin
Root of things
Buried deep
Precipice of hell
I take the leap
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