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[vaguedeadsoul]

I'm Tired of the Metaphors.
Say what you fucking mean.
Soon you'll be gone forever.

Blackened heart.
Frozen soul.
I will escape you if I have to die.

You underestimate me.
The childish boy has died.
The vengeful monster has born.

I keep him under wraps.
Hide the venom I sip alone.
But still, sweet death won't come...

Trying to purge the disease of life.
I used

Comments

[angelshavegone]

wtf skippy?

[vaguedeadsoul]

*shakes head* Just... different parts of this year, all piled into one big jumble that would make no sense if you weren't the one writing it.