how much can a worn out body take?
the clock ticks
the worthless withers.
Words left me when i needed them the most.
But i am not alone.
Hate has been my most loyal servant,
and will always be.
I’m locking the door,
swallowing the key.
But this is not the end of my story.
I
lost myself in lie’s embrace
gave into hate’s lingering touches.
You
raped my innocence.
