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)
- Published: November 14th, 2021 15:54
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 25
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