Iris widening and Mind expanding, reality is so Fucking demanding. Shades of black or Shades of grey, Worthless colour wastes my day. I am not Worthy and I will not Digress, Deepthroat me, swallow my Emptiness. Reflections warped are bold and True, Angel's smile, why don't You? Trapped by Iron bars that deny my soul. I am not Free, nor am I Whole. Is it love or is it pain? The question still reamains inane. To the heavens I scream in silence, My heart won't listen, I am in defiance. Another lie is Another life, there is no Blood, despite the Knife. My last investment to this carnal game, It is not myself drowning in a sea of shame. A lingering foul stench I cant forget, My Memories dwell on this cheap regret. Intimacy lost, in a torrent of cum, I hope your heart can be suitably numb. Hope fights on, deep within, A raging war against your sin. It is in this healing I will find reprieve. My strength within is what I can percieve. Happiness draws near, can't be far away. "DIRTY FUCKING SLUT" is all I have to say!
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to Carly Thompson.
Birth sign: Leo
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