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Too close,..to be so Far

You stealthily creap in to my rufuge, my  home, where I keep things that shouldn't be known,

By nobody other than myself, it's a place were my souls senses are safe,

 I've built this place, this palace where I  alone reside, I keep the balance

 deep in side my thoughts my emotions, are painted on the walls,

 "she shouldn't be in here",

Is whisperd to me in a raspy tone, voice echoed sounds familiar to much like my own,

You unscrupulously hornswoggle these things as if you own,.

These Are mine!!

You shouldn't be in here but it's to late for that, you now posses scriptures I'm forced to were like tats,

When first I asked for them back but once again it's too late for that, now that your in my heart, my soul,

You take things as if there your own, my secrets my feeling, You're  to close no one's fault but my own,

You craft weapons honed by my emotions, that once were so cold I've grown to accept your presence in my throne,

"I told you she shouldn't  be here!!!"
The wispers turn to screams as she murders me from inside over and over,

Killing my soul,.....

It's too late for that if you recall I said in the past, you use these weapons there's no way I can get them back,

You painfully stich and staple my wounds jus to pull them out one by one, injuries begin to rot,

I have no refuge as you sharpen tools of my demise,
With you I have no lies,
U gaze deep into my eyes as you effortlessly push another blade into my festering tragedies ,

"She shouldn't be in here!!"

This time it's said aloud, blood spews from my soul,.

I knew I shouldn't have admitted to myself my love for this women,
it's too late for that as I said I have no refuge the succubus haunts my sleep,

What once were dreams are now nightmares, only I'm not sleep, eyes widely as I stare,..
As My soul shrieks in pain, I pull you closer, ima glutton for punishment,
Put your head on my shoulder,.

It's kills me to think bout my life with out you, we're to close to be so far,.
Your my best friend at least once you were,..
My happiness seems to be just a blurr,
I think back,...to the people we once were, .....

We're  to close to be this far, I'll never let you go,.
Il endure these scars,.
Written by Distorted_Lust
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