The ink in my veins, spilled to the page;
And writes what must be said...

Don't walk the path,
Where darkness lives...

Cheeks that flush,
Burning red...

Blood on my hands,
With no memory of the past...

It's forbidden;
Our love...

Society;
One word...

{I am quietly catering to
your taunting kisses: I am...

Can cry.
The tears fall down my face, these memories I...

I
am...

Sometimes I feel defeated
And sometimes I feel ashamed...

Do you ever feel like theres no where else you can...
No one else you can talk too...

Impurity of her soul kills me inside
I weep for her and her innocence's demise...