The Ashes of My Past
Feeling the wind of my transgressions blowing in my face like the cool night air. I cut into the bittersweet memory of my past, finding a hollow satisfaction. For Knowing that my own choices will come with the cutting feeling of an addiction. While searching for the next pleasure the scent of my past seduces me.
Copyright © Matthew Robison | Year Posted 2008
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