Sell me good to those that wish you well, betrayed by your mouth from the depths of hell.
She sings like the siren of old, letting go of all that is told.
She runs but cannot escape, buried deep is her moment of hate.
Sell me good to those that wish you could kill, left behind by biting tongues of the ill....
- Jaye
Tapping on the side of hate, bringing up the damned. If I cannot hear the screaming of the dark and blackend sand, It folds the papers over flames and smiles at what it's done, tragedy is paramount to what it has become...
COMMENTS
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shellsbells
17:45 Jan 28 2014
very nice, :)
wolfdreams
20:43 Jan 31 2014
I like this too