peachairee - bleach

Bleach your eyes
Look at me
The devil can't get in between
My rose quartz heart
Purity
The devil can't get underneath
Your icy teeth on my crimson lips
A dead winter
Cold breeze
Bleach your sins
We stay pure
Crystal clear like your eyes
Bodies numb to the core
The devil flies
Falls, fuck
Hell is rising
Heaven's fault
God is crying
For our love
The devil mourns
Our demise
Bleach your insides
Take the poison
You're not pure
Your body's frozen
Melt baby
Fresh snow
Fall from the sky
Watch the show
Bleach your hands
They're bloody
Tar black outside
It's foggy
Hell is dark for a place on fire
Our tragedy feels like satire
Like a joke she told to make him laugh
Or a story told but just in half
Bleach the words
An open ending
Leave them hanging
The planes landing
But crashing each other
Fire so bright
Brighter than hell
Than our demise
The devil flies
Falls, fuck
Hell is rising
Heaven's fault
Fuck
Hell is rising
Heaven's fault
Fuck
Hell is rising
Heaven's fault

Written by:
Luthien XS

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