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Better Pain by OldPensive, literature
Literature
Better Pain
His empty shell bleeds black and blue.
The hottest hell, he must go through.
His heavy past, he must cut loose.
Break his teeth upon her noose.
To his pain, he cannot submit.
Why he continues, he must not forget.
On no soul, can he rely.
To ease the pain, he can only cry.
This deep pain, it is not new.
But it's so much better when its for you.
To temptation, he will not flinch.
And for no one else, will he budge an inch.
All of this, he does not mind.
For helping her, he feels so kind.
May he carry your shackles?
Dragging his own behind...
Gasoline by OldPensive, literature
Literature
Gasoline
Some people are so heartless, so cruel, so mean.
To spill another's blood like gasoline;
Just to fuel their social war machine.
They strike below the belt to keep control,
Cut a throat to reach their goal.
Innocent blood cover their flesh and soul.
A mask of fear and blood turn their face to stain.
A reminder of the unforgettable pain.
Blood will be spilt if they are trusted again.
So please, oh please.
I'm here on my knees.
With my throat cut, There's no air in the breeze.
No oxygen, my tears just freeze.