

UnforgettableThese bruises are my tattoos, keep coming back for more. This is a game I'll always lose; the evidence of war.Unforgettable
With darkened stains on my clothes and broken-fibre trails; it won't scrub off, in fact- it glows; you are my bed of nails.
It's part of the design, you could almost say, but then you are of me. I've given up hoping this is the last day, besides- you're memory.
For when you're gone and blood does wash and it's bottled up in jars, you always will, from far away; haunt me with these scars.
Devious Comments
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O.C.Y.D.
Obsessive
Compulsive
Yaoi
Disorder
~OCYDclub
"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes
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~"Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads." ~
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