'Your Passing was my End'
By Skitz J. Fitch
Your living state of Decay shall haunt my soul until the end of my days , this living sacrament of your flaking pale flesh into my throat like a blade it cuts deep releasing the crimson taste of the Forbidden Taboo .
Your exquisite Living Torment shall feed my Inner Demons for a life time, the scar it shall leave will never fade a sight in front of my eyes that can not be unseen ,
I breathe you in as it was like last time i shall ever taste your scent on the breeze the shine from your eye's is fading and I find it hard to breathe .
Why did it all have to go so wrong was it merely to see me in pain why did it have to go all so wrong I was already cracked now i am verging on the edge of Insane .
No comments:
Post a Comment