If I could 

If I could show you how deep the wounds truly go ,like trenches matted with fresh hell just hollowing my crumpled little black paper heart away 

Could you sift through the mountain of ashes that has become my inner tranquility 

Can you carry this bag of bones rattling neath my scarred flesh from years of passions traitorous bearings 

Or could you forgive me for hating myself for this monster they made me tucked beneath this mask screwed to my face 

Do you wish to know the secrets of my shortcomings,of my once foolish belief in love ,for now I view it all as a pretty little lie 

Because I once believed as you do but they all made a mockery of that 

The good in me has gone quite evil and I will never open those rusty doors to my heart again for some sabotaging asshole to come stabbing in

Your not my knight on a horse of white,just another pretender in aluminum foil 



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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