There are so many false prophets & anti-christs,
They all disguised like a ballroom mascarade,
Even their eyes don't appear to have color,
Glaring, with no emotion...
Piercing like a bullet to my skin,
The ice is wearing thin,
Time isn't waiting, even when you're dying.
Reckless, relentless, breaking my determination,
The fire smothered until restlessness is all I feel.
Please don't play chords on my heart for the strings are weak,
And my voice is too hoarse to scream let alone speak,
Weeks boomeranging again, with a constant cycle,
Expecting to get better the next time around,
This poem contains my heart, each word is yours,
It is the most precious thing I have,
I give it to you,
I know we will fight & maybe see the darker side,
But if we confide in each other like a invincible fortress,
Where the cannonballs of life won't even knock on our door...
And we are the only soldiers standing ready to fight.
For words are our weapons, stronger than anything.
But it's up to you,
Committing, even when the smoke clears-
Would you give your words to me?
Would you give me your heart?
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