Genre: Relationship, Dark
Gasoline Tears by Gina Walker III
She looked at him with anger
How could he impale her with his wit
You could have said that you hated me
As the black sun rose in the dead of winter
Scars to last a lifetime
Blemishes of a renewed threshold
Torn to shreds like a lions prey
Guess we will never know love she said
As the gasoline came out of her eyes
And the sweat of blood upon the pillows and sheets
Fire of vomit project out from her mouth and heart
There it is; lust, hate, love, desire
And he burned just like her daddy
With those gasoline tears
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