Loving lost
By SickBoy
I lay on the cold floor staring up into the empty void. For I have fallen prey to an accursed trick. My heart nothing more than an ugly twisted stone. Oh how my soul cries out in pain and blood lust. Loves cruel and undead jest to rip man's heart asunder. For on earth love has forged no crueler joke than her. Men would kill just to see the passing of her face. Ah, the sweet taste of her lips. The slightest touch that starts his heart ablaze with passion. For this is why I lay on the unforgiving earth, motionless and deaph to the world.For I have lost this perfect bueaty. This torment I will feel forever, hidden away upon the shadow of my face and the hearts of others. No one shall ever know. Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 10:33 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I lay on the cold floor staring up into the empty void...."