it's Tragic...
the taste of
Hope
(Victoria
the taste of
Lust)
it's Tragic...
the smell of
Soap
(Victoria
the smell of
Rust)
it's Tragic...
the touch of
Love
(Victoria
the touch of
Possession)
it's Tragic...
the words of
Doves
(Victoria
the words of
Agression)
it's Tragic...
the sound of
Dreams
(Victoria
the sound of
Nightmares)
YOU ARE READING
The Autopsy of Ashes (Victoria)
PoetryThis is the Story of Victoria. i Loved Her. i Hated Her. i Needed Her. She Created me. She Destroyed me. She is Everyone who ever got away. She is Your favourite Song. She is Everything. She is the Ashes of Your house. She is Nothing. She is You...
