misstee

Originally Posted by misstee

I miss her. No I don’t.

In the eyes of the sinner the white is god.
In the pale murky depths of my soul I see good intentions
I reach out, grab, scratch as the world flickers past me at a speed only a demon knows.

In the eyes of me, she is beauty.
I surrender my bones to the grasp of her darkness
I envoke the stress, the drama, the intensity just to remind me im alive
If I fail now, I fail forever. I’ve made my choice.

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