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Festering in the Trash

   
Your scent fills my lungs           
and I vomit           
cringing from the poison           
you injected into my heart           
so long ago           
            
Before my world understood          
what emo was           
you  
made me  
one          
              
Turning torture into the gun           
that wakes me every morning           
shivering against my head           
igniting the agony           
until each second pumps bullets           
tearing through my soul           
every atom of misery           
exploding into pain           
that bleeds me            
numb           
           
It would have been better           
if we had both died           
           
the way you wanted           
           
But I never had the balls            
to follow           
   
No     
I was never quite as crazy        
as you
Abracadabra
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 11th May 2019
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