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Sadness,
Covered by madness,
Causes straints,
That taints,
My love
For a being,
That I cannot,
That I have just caught,
That I've always been seeing,
For years,
Which now,
We will make love,
Covered in tears,
While overhead lies a dove.
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Wed Aug 18, 2010 @ 08:54pm · 0 Comments |
