My hands are filled with sorrow. Yours are filled with gold.
Living in a nightmare, I need you for warmth.
His hands upon my body, you wash away his sins.
He broke the good inside me, he tore apart my skin.
When you hold me in your arms, my scars against your lips.
I forget about the monsters, feasting from within.
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Im dirty on the outside, ugly from his burns.
He's hiding in his cage now, lessons he will learn.
A promise was broken, one to many times.
I loved him to much, I believed in all his lies.
And now when I need him to save me from this Hell.
My soul is breaking, and only you, can save me from myself.
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Author:
Stella (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
It seems birds of a feather flock together . Here both parties dine on the ecstacy of pain , sin and abuse . One feeds the other but when their is an absense it can only inflict actual pain .
Fab! This is the sort of write that only you do best.
Good write, your soul will be saved.
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