Gone
Itll rip something so deep,
My soul itself will cave,
Begging for the numbness
You easily wiped away.
You'll leave an imprint,
An "almost" kinda mark,
A stark emptiness
Ill do everything to fill.
Eventually,
The darkness will beckon,
Promising lasting relief,
This time ill allow myself
That last sweet sin..
Copyright © Ash Motes | Year Posted 2017
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