Hour Of Selling

In my darkest hour would you whisper your love to me
Could you ever know just how cold you have made this wretched soul of mine
Hating you only to love you within the same second
Deafened by betrayal
My heart dies so slow
I can hear it scream as my essence chills to crystalized ash
All we had is no more
Your a heavenly hell
An angel that fell far from grace
My disgracing shame
The blame that belts me lame to nothing but a victim of your cruel games
Kill me I plead
Lead me further to the ledge
Let me die
I primise my passionate prison of prisms cry
Will bear the scars of your searing lies
Finish the bruising you started
Take my memory and discard it
Because the scalding shears have lead me to fail
Crucify me with your cross of pretend
Let me linger in the void that is no end
Because your the reason Im bleeding out
And my pulse is fading away
Into the arms of hates galore
You selfish whore of a lover
Sold me out to save yourself
Shelve it and I make me a bestseller
Since humility has all I have become
Your apparent laughing matter of fun


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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