I am an abomination.
Given the gift of a pure soul
In the form of a woman,
I can't accept it.
Despite repeated attempts,
There's no shaking this love
For one who is lost to me.
I'm the scourge of her life,
Disgusted with the false affections I return.
Each time her feelings are shown
The desire to spill this blood skyrockets.
Undeserving of the life that was granted me,
The realization that it should be cut off increases,
And I wish to bring myself to it quickly,
The end.
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Lost
PoetryWe all get lost sometimes. Take this journey with me, because we may be lost, but we don't have to do it alone. *Trigger Warning*
