3-20-19
Everyday it grows,
Like a black cancer,
It naws me from inside out,
Growing with every ticking moment.
How can something once so beautiful
Turn into something so torturous,
Leaving a stain imprinted so deep,
Nothing will ever be able to erase it.
And where there was once pure love,
Replaced now with a burning hate,
And a endless need,
That I'll never be able to sate..
Copyright © Ash Motes | Year Posted 2019
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