Razor Blades and Shotgun Shells A bed of razor blades and shotgun shells reminds me of the tragedy. It corrupted my ears and tainted my eyes. Leaving me broken and scarred. The teasing of happiness and devotion is a mere insect on the sidewalk of my emotions. Nothing is what it seems when the reaper is standing in the threshold of my fears, bringing the loathing and cowardly hatred. Although he brings the illusions of hate and fear, it's the way I want to be. When the laughing and smiles have been forgotten, why shouldn't I wish for something tangible?Razor Blades and Shotgun Shells1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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