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Wretched

Do you ever
feel you're so
broken, beyond repair?
 
I do I feel I've  
scarred my soul
leaving behind nothing
 
just ash blowing  
in the wind
for the carrion to pick at
 
my azure skies once so bright
now a bloody crimson
I've let the vultures
 
feast off my demise
while i'm still walking
too strong willed to lay down
 
give in, I press on
half dead  
with the partial truths  
 
I tell myself
lingering in the shadows
lest the sun scorch  
 
my wretched being
demon's licking at my insides
screaming feed me more Crimsin
 
hide Brenda away don't let her speak
no not a word, stitch her mouth closed
cos she would call to the heavens
 
for deliverance from  
her ghastly existence
beaten, broken
 
I still take flight
with my tarnished wings
my fate not sealed I shall be released!!!
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 9th Nov 2013
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