Dread

November 8, 2013

I can feel my heart aching

I can feel it tearing

So I'll open my eyes

To see you standing before me

I should have known you would come back

Come back to devour

To devour my flower

Consuming more by the hour

Tearing and shredding it apart

Your voice is your power

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