Love's Cruel Tricks
A heart so tender left to its own demise
Only to be picked up by the devils creations
Tortured, angry, greedy and unkind souls
Play games, misleading and untrusting
The trickery, the unforgiving hurt and lies
The false love and the many temptations
Eventually making one want to fill their head with holes
The mixed emotions, uncontrollable lusting
Oh how it makes one call upon deaths grace
An amazing blanket of darkness and peace
To be taken from what they have labeled life
And reborn into a new dimension, alas
Saying goodbye to such a scummy, decrepit place
Temptation comes by and calls on to such sweet release
So to follow the call of the blade of the knife
Or possibly the blast of the gun, how exactly could one pass
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