Somewhere within...the teardrops linger...lost. Exhausted time and energy...forcing them to hide...beneath anger and disgust. A soul unadorned and exposed...now...right here...for all to be shown. With each line and every rhyme, unshed tears they will find.
Wednesday, April 2, 2003
Sadly Mistaken...
The beautiful one, my Fallen Angyl...look upon the murderous things you have done. False truth behind your eyes, incredible passion beneath your skin. I took in your virus and every malicious sin. I must admit, within moments of lust, I felt my heart awaken. Left with your disease scratching at my brain, eating away at my flesh. Oh...I was so sadly mistaken.
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