Chosen Death

September 10, 2008
This blank monster chose to wipe out the color in mine eyes

Eating at my flesh

Breathing, choking, decomposed brain

Tell me what is left

After burning my childhood and living by the ashes

What will I ever know?

She irritates the inside of me

My skin begins to deteriorate when hope is lost

I drug myself when she's not looking just to kill the pain

Losing myself; I give into her misery and I supposedly expand her sorrows.

What will be there for me tomorrow?

I'm hoping a tombstone with no flowers.

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