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[morthicius2]

I am sick.
Sick to my stomach,
with regret.
Sick to my heart,
from this poisoned life.
I found an angel,
in my heart...
She is the knife,
that stabs my spirit.
The knife, that stabs my pain.
She is my dark love.

I open to her,
but she doesn't hear me.
She doesn't see me...
She is sadness.
But I can't save her.
I am nothing.
I don

Comments

[saboowho]

I like this one better

[winterstain]

i like the first version.
i like the lowercase.

(ps; i'm online 2x and you're not on? :p that's gotta be a first..) x____