There's a burning itch beneath the surface of my skin,
A chronic pain in my chest that familiarizes me with a stick from a contaminated pin.
I'm not saying you're a fix...or a drug because you wasn't an addiction I craved,
You're more like poison in my veins that gives me suicidal temptation while I shaved.
When you first appeared to me I thought a dream came true,
But after you made it obvious what you were after you became brand new.
You started haunting my dreams telling lies saying were just friends,
Killing me slowly with false acts as I wished for your wrath to just end.
Your own evil nature obliterated my heart and reformed me into the dark,
My anger grew as I reminisce the games you played as if my heart was an amusement park.
All the fake persona's you undertook no longer affects me and I can't allow you to put me
in such a place,
I forgive you for all the wrongs you dealt by me but for now...I just want you out of my
Copyright © Darius Knight | Year Posted 2010
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