Dark Orange

By Unknown

I wish I could gather my life in an orange
A big one filled with blood and tears
And I could eat it as I grow up
To stab in hell all my fears.

And I wish I could taste it again and again
Till sipping the last drop of it
And murder it with a bloody knife
Without loving and smiling a bit.

Maybe, if some pieces from it will rest
I will write them on my tomb;
And maybe on your chest
I will paint all the doom.

Don't be scared...

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