MurderByInk
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I don’t want to be loved. I want to be the very thing in your core
To make supernova from your body.
Radiate the entire sky while we both see whiteI’ll watch your body shake making mess on the galaxy we find leisure on
Will it take for me to become a martyr words for you understand my craft?
To die before my time; leaving behind a casket lined with the pages of my life
The explanation of my sacrifice
I want to see my reflection when re-reading my words
Not to live behind persona painting vividly pictures for stages
Slamming relying on metaphors and verbs
I want to write honesty
