A Girl Named Gehenna

You bring forth pieces of hell
In your semi frequent tantrums
I can taste blood and ire
Feel the burn of your desire.

You bring forth pieces of hell
In the ways you looked at him
I can smell the burn
Feel the slip as cold shoulder turns

You bring forth pieces of hell
In the songs you sing
I can hear the words
Feel hurt by irreverent melody

You bring forth pieces of hell
In that fake premeditated smile
I touch the wrinkle lines
Feel nostalgic for what is now lies.

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