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color my life with grim,
and shatter my dream
color my life with grey,
and treat me like a prey
color my life with thirst,
and wait for my outburst
color my life with poison,
destroy me on and on
color my life with hate,
to change it's too late
color my life with chaos,
besides it's already heinous
color my life with stain,
a glimpse of what could have been
color my life with pain,
and I'll treat you the same.
YOU ARE READING
Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
