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Another Black Image for a Goddess that Should Be Crucified.
I imagine you sitting on your bed...
Life wounds in your neck,
fresh with the smell of decay.
Eyes as empty as a cemetery...
and lips that whisper deaths name.
I had tied a noose for you in the shape of a heart.
I wish I could see you dangle from it.
Life wounds in your neck,
fresh with the smell of decay.
Eyes as empty as a cemetery...
and lips that whisper deaths name.
I had tied a noose for you in the shape of a heart.
I wish I could see you dangle from it.
Published 7th Sep 2014
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