It is a madness stricken
A deadly sign
A madness of beauty
Of utter divine
Slit my wrist and pull my hair
Relinquish me from synthetic despair
Throw me across the room
Pin me against the wall
Hold me till I bleed
But never let me fall.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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