I don't know
what to say, and
it doesn't matter
how I really feel...
but know that
deep down inside,
I am alone.
Buried
alive
In pain from affliction
while I become an addict
of your self-pleasure
of hurting me.
So much
turmoil,
of Life's Quicksand
and I have slipped
into the grains
of
Darkness;
while I gasp
for air
and there is none left...
Trying not to be greedy,
for I haven't
much more
time,
as I continue to hang on
by the web
I've spun
of this
so-called
Relationship.
Kissing me
you say
is my Blessing,
when in reality
it's
my
Curse
while I die
s-l-o-w-l-y
from the cyanide
of your saliva
that pierces holes in my
tongue...
forbidded to talk
of such
heinous crimes
behind my bedroom
doors.
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