"Still Frame"

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Tonight we'll fall like stars,
Onto eachother,
We burn our scars.
Like bleeding out for days,
Reminding me to stay,
Like the hatred,
I couldn't give.
A way I found,
To walk on hallowed ground.
Shave your head,
And bite your tongue.
Your will shall soon become.
The action is your hand,
This knife is my demand.
This lashing out of love,
Like a bullet through a dove.
I will hate my way through you,
And out the other side.
I can't wait to taste,
The surprise left on your face.
The still frame.