Scarring and Gold-Dust DelusionsMature

Angels smouldering in transparent delusions; my last words 

Scarred the wrists of a lost generation; I'm hiding in your 

Soul, you gold-dust woman, you fire woman, you goddess and 

Piece of my heart. 


I started a war to win my own self-worth and now I 

Write away your worthless fantasies; you're falling in the 

Sea of sorrow and I'm waiting for the waves to pull me 

Under; mermaids have no souls. 


My heart is an open wound; you're scabbed and coldly

Calculating; bleed a passion and let the blood drip in 

The hollows of my heart, I want to keep you here forever, 

You woman of fire and ice. 

The End

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