I earned them.
Knew they would come.
But there is no deep breathing my way out of this. It stings like hell...
All the cautionary tales in the world would have done me little good, thats the hard part... but a part of me knew. Had to know. The highs are high, but the lows... man their fucking low.
Punishment for my wicked Sin should indeed be as painful as this... perhaps more painful still.
Fuck it hurts to breathe.
COMMENTS
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rush
00:26 Aug 13 2013
they shatter the heart
that breaks like glass,
these four words,
that hold the breath
from end to start,
cautionary tales as sharp as the sword,
lay heavy in the hand as the blade lays low,
its indeed a sore punishment
in itself worse than sin
how four words can cause
such exquisite sweet pain,
far deep inside
the far deep within