The smell of death hovers
I hear voices in the distant
Voices from a part of me
Eerie and so familiar
But all I see is him
In my mind's eye
Black, beautiful eyes full of deceit
His touch no longer warms but scalds
He was choking the life out of me
Lookin at her but not me
Loving her but not me
He said she fulfills him
Understands him
But where was she when he heated me with his touch,
Whispered sweet nothings
I tried to block his voice with sweet pills,
I tried to soften and numb his sweet doubled edged barbs to my heart
The smell of death hovers over me
Jeering.cackling. dark whispers
I'm me but not me.he took my heart n trampled over it
The voices grow fainter, whither like dead roses
But his black , beautiful eyes of deceit fill my mind's eye
As I fall into blessed oblivion
_WALLFLOWER
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