I am a dark angel
Rotting flowers when I walk
Suffering from pain
But mainly loss.
I am what I am
And you created me
By breaking my heart
And killing me.
Loving the skin that I am
Would be a sin
And loving you
Won't happen again.
You broke me down
Like the human I am.
You ripped out my heart
And you'd love to do it
Again.
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