He will be the death of me
I wish I could kiss the devil one last time before he let go of my soul
He was pure darkness and it presence made me feel more alive than dead
He hunt my dreams with the fire of passion
In the misery of his arms ,I silently cry for more of him
He was everything I ever wanted pain and passion, I could not let go of those hands that inflicted so much pains to my skin
I could not let go of death... In hell I shall continue my story.
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