Dear prince charming, don't you know she bled? All the 'I love you's between your cigarette breaths were the only lies you said Dear prince charming, don't you know she smiled? with knives in her back much like a girl gone wild Dear prince charming, don't you know you were her only light? but it wasn't her on top of you last night. Dear prince charming, was loving you such a crime? perhaps that's why they say commit full time. But my darling, she was true to her grace- the villainous kind. She was born in a living starlit nightmare- the most impossible to find. Aftermath of brutality, never looked this lustful. You always did say that she was quite the handful. Because you bled red, they say murder is an art. The knife was her paint brush, perhaps yours was where she'd start. To take away a life is to play God in the Devil's playground. You won't be laughing when your angel is hell-bound. This is not a poem of love, but a book for those walking with a bleeding heart. After all, Hell is a writer's bedside table and Heaven is a completed draft.
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