02-11-04
This Flicted Life..
...The rotton odor of depression leaks into my body,Seeping into my pitiful heart like a poison...
Only to scar my bruised soul.
I crave the bittersweet taste of your love...
but know i can no longer let my
feelings for you exist.
I see flashes of red..That remind me of the passion & hate I once felt.
Now i live in a world of black and white, only with shades of gray...
They're the colors that paint a shattered heart...
a lost love....a broken soul.
-Such a pitiful..flicted life.-
I must return to this firey hell,
Where hate dwells in all its evil glory.
As i stare into the dark, evil eyes of loneliness...
My body falls under the pressure of this pain.
I sympathize the angel whos task it is to be my savior,..
Because what should have been a blessing...
Only turned into a bleeding labor.
-Angie