Your soul.
It shimmers.
It dances.
It looks like life.
Your soul.
It bleeds.
It drowns.
It looks like death.
Your soul.
It weeps.
It withers.
It splits in two.
One side is white.
The other is black.
And I know the middle is red.
Red like a rose.
One side brings love.
The other brings hate.
Or do they both bring hate?
One side is white.
The other is black.
The middle, its turning red again.
Red like blood.
Your soul is bleeding.
Its bleeding black.
Black poison blood.
It wont stop.
It will never stop.
You gave me your soul.
Look what Ive done to it.
Arent you proud?
You told me to fix it.
Ive just made it worse.
Are you still happy now?
Now its dead.
Now youre dead.
Now Im dead, too.















Comments
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I'm not insane, just mentally unstable. Is that such a bad thing?
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"Many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our point of view." --Obi Wan Kenobi
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I'm not insane, just mentally unstable. Is that such a bad thing?
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