Wicked Evil

by Whitney Graham   Feb 9, 2011


I have always know you were out there somewhere.
You stand in the shadows and watch me cry.
You do not care that I love you; your not fair.
When I bleed you constantly laugh at me.
I see you following me everywhere.
You use your instinct to haunt me with darkness.
Scars cover my soul from your piercing stare.
I am stuck in this fragile eternity,
Anticipating the moment it breaks.
You are playing tricks with me.
I do not know what is real and what is fake.
My eyes tell me you are wicked lovely,
But my mind say you are wicked evil.

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