Twice
By Magic Bellmore, Queen of chaos

Bullets ricochet off broken glass,
That when put together, I'd call my heart,
Thieves lurk with souls so dark,
Monsters who come and tear me apart.
Pity for one,
I made a mistake, crap, run,
The time has come,
I stare down the barrel of a gun.
Happened again,
I see no end,
Lets not pretend,
Because he's not my friend.
I did it twice,
Glass turned to ice,
Heart clamped in a vice,
But still they entice.

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