THE VOICE THAT
ONCE
BECAME THE LIGHT
UNTO MY DARK,
BECAME THE LIGHT
UNTO MY DARK,
SOON BECAME
YOUR TOOL TO
BREAK MY HEART.
YOU WALK AWAY
FROM MY LIFE
FROM MY LIFE
BUT YOU LIVE
INSIDE MY BRAIN.
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i don't love you but i always will.
“the voice that once became the light into my dark,
soon became your tool to break my heart.”
soon became your tool to break my heart.”
I
could fight this til the end
but maybe I don't want to win.
but maybe I don't want to win.
Right
There
She was right
there.
So close she could practically feel the sun on her face, the sand at her toes and the smell of salt in there air.
She was right there.
Her dreams nearly at her doorstep gnawing at the wood on the front porch.
She was nearly there…
for the only thing that could stop her from this darkness was the constant banging of the voice inside her head, the piercing scream it let out, the claws that scratched at the brink of her sub consciousness.
She was almost sane.
But then he came out of the shadows and drugged her in a desire that drowned all emotions but one.
It wasn’t love and it wasn’t the idea of love, it was the obsession behind the guy with those piercing brown eyes.
Eyes that suffocated her with his stare.
Eyes that surely broken hearts and consumed loves.
Eyes that ate away at the pain to only replace it with something deeper and more demented than the hell below and the poison within.
Replaced it with life.
A life filled with light and love, a life filled with art, sport and class.
So close she could practically feel the sun on her face, the sand at her toes and the smell of salt in there air.
She was right there.
Her dreams nearly at her doorstep gnawing at the wood on the front porch.
She was nearly there…
for the only thing that could stop her from this darkness was the constant banging of the voice inside her head, the piercing scream it let out, the claws that scratched at the brink of her sub consciousness.
She was almost sane.
But then he came out of the shadows and drugged her in a desire that drowned all emotions but one.
It wasn’t love and it wasn’t the idea of love, it was the obsession behind the guy with those piercing brown eyes.
Eyes that suffocated her with his stare.
Eyes that surely broken hearts and consumed loves.
Eyes that ate away at the pain to only replace it with something deeper and more demented than the hell below and the poison within.
Replaced it with life.
A life filled with light and love, a life filled with art, sport and class.
A life with a
family, a life with needs.
Mdi5
My soul is thirsty for your poison tonight
♥
