I superimposed your image upon mine in a cloud of silver nitrate our faces and forms mingling, distorting; a reflection of something beautiful turned heinous. I pulled the skin from my flesh to show you the bounty contained within, but I never anticipated you turning away with outright disgust. And now I sit here alone and exposed waiting for the rot, waiting for salvation, waiting for Death. I never meant to fall from your graces but I never could conceal the blackness within my being. My thoughts are polluted, corrupted. I dream the dreams of the sinned and foul and I am darker than Erishkigal herself. I wonder at this purity you have claimed for your own; from whence it came, for you where once as guilty and dirty faced as I. How is it that you were exalted while I was left to flounder here in the bowels of this make-shift Hell? How is it that you push me from this precipice and walk calmly through the Gates of Heaven, hands clean and golden faced like a Saint? I seem to have lost my page for the you I once knew was never so pious and righteous, Yet there you stand before me judging And deem me unworthy, un holy, unclean.Birth sign: Scorpio
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