Toss Your Blades Away

Lovely little lady, please put away the blades,

take my hand and I’ll guide you out of this maze.

Is this how it felt when Oliver Queen was on his crusade?

As he watched as flames and an earthquake

devastate the Glades.

I see it in your scars that you’re still embodied by pain.

 

I see inside of your body, the beauty within,

Have you been in contact with Heaven lately?

I think an angel went missing,

and I think I’ve seen you in a premonition.

 

You come to save me,

and you are what I’ve longed for.

 

Don’t think of life as a chore,

it’s supposed to be difficult.

Whenever I have to hurdle obstacles,

I ask for life to bring me more.

 

Have you reached your breaking point?

Let me hear your decaying voice,

tell me you’ll stop cutting

because your wrists look like you were filleting Kois,

so make your choice.

 

Be loved by me or leave me here lonely.

If you’re gone, every day will be sadness and moaning.

You’re the only one who makes this place feel homey,

the pizza to my pepperoni,

so put down that gun and let me hold you closely,

as we watch time fade

slowly.

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