Owe it to you: Take me. And if there may be any temptation in your heart, to take my life, I will with no resistance, allow. What needs to be done will
elicit a course of liberation. All demise and despair may finally be lifted off the shoulders of the ones who 'loved' me. Allow my blood to drip upon your hands, wash it away with the holy water you have cried. Now, one less sufferer to roam this gothic earth. The essence and beauty of life... dared to plant its roots inside of this soul... deem me to hell and so gone, life will begin....
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Starlight Poems
PoetryA series of often cynical poems conjured in the quiet hours of night. Each written as a way to escape my demons, only to invite them to life through my pages.
