YOU
a medicine that became the poison
a flame that turned into a deadly fire
an angel that fell from heaven
a demon with a kind soul
even azrael's soul can't hurt me the way you do
when i hear you craving someone new
a ciggerate is bad for my heart
and you are poison to my soul
and yet i'm addicted to you
an innocent face
a soft red lips
and a big brown eyes
that all it took for me to lose my mind
and yet you will never be mine
your lips
my lips
apocalypse
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