Asrai Posted July 11, 2013 Report Share Posted July 11, 2013 You sound like a broken record, With scratches up the sides. Your self~indulgent drivel Has me screaming in delight. Oh what I’d give to face you, To just perceive that clouded mind. Would I grow to like you? Or rather feel a stone gum grind? With blood curling in my tongue, The taste of hate just feels too good. My aim was never to protect you, Although, you see, I should. You pull alone in endless, A struggle in our shell. I’ll redefine your features, And mask that pain with hell. ~ me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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