99. Shawna L.
Your love was a graveyard,
of souls you loved before.
Your touch was porcelain,
hidden, to reveal a whore.
Underneath the skin,
pealing away the flesh.
Undo the lies that held together,
your decaying caress.
Your lies were of sick deception,
your heart gave nothing but the grave.
Your love was a corruption,
that made me a slave.
You promised you' d always be there,
in my head and in my dreams.
Promising to silence these demons,
but it was you who liked the screams.
And you were scraping these memories,
into dirt and blood.
Binding this pain,
that was mistaken for love.
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