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My raven eyed Angel
My cold, bitter whore
Decided you loved me
But then you got bored
And now you ignore me
Won't answer my calls
I promised I hate you
But you tore down the walls
Now your touch is always burning on my flesh
The scars still sting as though fresh
Your voice is still throbbing in my head
Your presence filling me with dread
Beautiful creature with lips of venom
And words still filled with woe
I'll slit your throat to make you stay
Just please don't let me go.
 morbid_x_youth · Tue Jul 31, 2007 @ 05:05am · 0 Comments |
