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by Milla Dec 25, 2010 category : Love, romance / lost love
I bathe in my own dirt when ever my tears hit my skin I lay in self pity, dying from within the sky darkens when his words make me fall hitting the ground with no impact at all slowly losing all senses I can feel him standing there closing my eyes begging for him to care again I drift to a place where only devils play and monsters like him dream to stay vindictive I've become yet for heaven i dream the golden gates laid out in front purifying my mistakes in a gleam but yet I bathe in my own guilt when ever he touches my skin sleeping with a demon dying from within I dissolve.
by Lynn Anderson
Great flow and use of words! 5/5