Silver tongues whisper honeyed degradations;
collapsed lungs spewing scarlet venom from stoic flesh,
as gaping holes are torn into weakened hearts,
disembowelment of this wretched shell.
My saviour never died upon a cross,
but crucified me upon my own imperfections,
and sorrow-seared skin succumbed to razorblade
kisses, cannibalizing my soul in sedated affection.
Fear finally cradles me in her arms, addiction screaming
meaningless prayers for the friend I never had.



good job










You've bagged every trophy in every contest. That was the first thing I saw but then after reading it... I was shocked no more! 
























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