My dark friend, I don't want them to pity me.
I'm only your slave.
I'm only your gloomy moon.
I'm only your sorrow, your sweet sadness, your fallen angel, your blood trail.
I'm that sharp blade moistens your neck trying to harvest the sweetness of your skin.
I don't want them to pity anymore, and they should know that death is only a small step, only the smell of their deeds will stay a reminder for the eternity.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
