Your red bullet, piercing the layers of my beautiful skin.
Camouflaging into my crimson liquid.
Hiding the existence of it ever being there, and you shoot again.
Disguising your imperfections and selfishness in my blood.
Shooting your malicious bullets scarring the very makings of me.
But yet again they blend in, concealing and masking the evil within them.
Yet again you've fooled my soul.
Poisoning my mind, tricking my body into thinking you've changed.
Throwing my forgiveness into a basket of laughter.
- Pure Swami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoetryPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
