Marking my own skin...
Hatred,
Hollows out my sin...
Repulsed,
My throats burns from within,
Waiting to be marked again.
Cancel,
Every loving glance.
Forgotten,
hopes of pure romance.
His,
Eyes call out to reap my soul,
But I feel him weakening as a whole...
He feeds on every aspiration.
Born to bring me life.
And from the negligence,
My demons,
Come to falsify my light.
Eccentric thoughts,
are far away.
And everything I see,
Every glimpse of happiness,
Has become a memory.
Every glistening of hope,
And pure, unfiltered, trust,
Has become a mask I wear,
Keeping out unwanted lust.
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