It is a demonic picture of myself as I dream,
With sweet blood catching upon my eyelashes,
Pale lips parted in a dry empty scream of agony,
Innocence is seeping from me with a vengeance.
Im dead to the world now, laughing it off as though
It never held me, as though it never quite happened,
As though I am pure with no blemish in my soul,
Ill carry on laughing, as though it never touched me.
Sweet blood in droplets on my eyelashes like frost,
Sweet innocence is melting like frosty snow over fire,
I am the darkness, so dirty and unclean, tainted grey,
No longer white only grey, smoky, deadly, suffocating.
Ill be forever washing my skin to rid me of these stains,
Washing, washing, rinsing, rinsing, myself in blood,
I am a piece of dirt so trample me once more,
I give in,
I dont want to play this game any more.
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