Compliance

Markthetabor

As a pledge to my will

I plunged a knife deep

 

Into my soul

 

Blood starting pumping

As my heart exiled dread

And began to heal

 

My broken mind started to race 

As my body slumped 

 

In another perspective

I could be seen dead upon a bed of roses

Feeling the love

I deserved 

  • Author: Markthetabor (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2021 15:54
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 26


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