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April 24, 2005
My Sweet Angel of Death
How you minister to me
Sing sweetly in my ear
Suckle me with sugar
That hollows me out from the inside
How you steal joy from me
While I taste bliss,
The blood I desire is my own
If I cut my tongue,
Would you kiss me deeply?
The crimson and rouge on your face
The essence of me?
You are merciless.
Would you now have me begging?
Would you put the sharpened knife in my hand?
Would you load the gun?
Would you sweetly say
"Yes, my love?"
No.
Please stop.
[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (April 24, 2005 11:54 PM) by writing evil. [+]
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This post is not about anyone I know or wish I knew... It's just an expression of emotional pain and an acknowledement that depression is going to be a constant battle in my life.