Cheap cigarettes,
Tears,
Broken beds,
Fast-food,
Acid,
Depression,
Smiles,
Happiness,
Short-sight,
Nothingness,
Sloth,
Alcohol,
If you sum them up, mathematically,
the result will be me,
so toxic, always toxic.
Even so, I find you in the palms of my hands,
like a white dove.
So pure,
So innocent,
why are you here?
You're searching for bad things.
No innocence,
purity lost forever,
silence, found in noise,
Light, just of the moon,
perfection, found in chaos,
Never
Never
Never,
What are you searching for?
Why do you find yourself inside me?
The road to hell is paved with good intentions,
That's why I take care of your heart.
I take care of it,
more than I take of my own,
but it doesn't mean much.
The sins are too many,
much too many,
they bottle up, drop, drop, drop
drop by drop
Sadly, the glass, the bottle is long time full
But the barrel still needs two or three drops.
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Pric