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This belongs to a story still in progress ("Wealthy With Filth") |
| I've tasted the dry blood from your sweet lips- and held you tight at your hips- your embrace has been engraved into my body, and for some reason you are my only hobby. I can still hear your voice calling- to me, calling- to me, to set- me free. I promised, I did - its true. you lied, you did, you lied- to me.. Yet and still my heart was true, you left me here when I needed you. With that note I swear it be, in hell or heaven you will see me. I will fight both angel & demon, no longer will I be left dreaming. Though your gone and I still try, I will be there after I die. The water is cold and my body shatters, Ill let you know what really matters. Ill hug you and kiss you once again, pray to god but never sin. Now I sink into the black, breathing is a thing from the past. I promised, I did - its true. you lied, you did, you lied- to me.. |