The night I woke up screaming

The night I woke up screaming

Behind her smiles and glistening eyes
She shades her face and the ghosts inside.

The blade circles the tips of her fingers
She screams as his whispers linger.

He avoids her solum pleads
She weeps now as she bleeds.

The one with the pretty face
Resides in a battle ground,

A darkened fate, a tortured place
No sweetheart here to be found.

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