Cherry Blossom


I bathed in the silence of the room, reminiscing memories of us, you looked so beautiful in white, yet I tainted it with red. your skin cold to touch, you looked pale as the moonlight. Satan’s coming for me yet I have accepted his invite six feet below, I don’t have a soul that’s why I have no fear. Been restless these past few nights I can feel your soul sleeping beside me, my conscience keeping me awake for the night. why’d I have to kill you?

  • Author: Cherry Blossom (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2023 07:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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    Good question.

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