July 17, 2011
You’re a heavenly killer of love, hope and happiness. The sight of you is a sweet pain that confuses my senses. While attempting to dull the sadness, your poison fills my body again and again to the point where I bleed images of your deadly face. Crazy I may be, but I crave your dangerous strikes to the heart . You are engraved in my mind and forever continue to drive me back to desperation. I must be addicted to sorrow, for that is all you bring. So keep on making me bleed master of destruction because I love it when you make it hard to breathe.

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