Kills me so,
I have to go.
Romantic love,
Has turned me into a dove.
This angelic side,
Causes me to want to hide.
This monstrosity that is within,
Goes without a whim.
This beast has to feast.
On the prey of the weaker mind.
Yes, the romance
Makes me want to dance with the demons within me
The hurt and the lies
Yes, I leave it for the flies
This romance that kills within,
Rotting from the core.
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Within the deep
Short StoryWhen you have nothing and feel nothing you will do anything just to feel anything again even though it may kill you
