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| In Sight of Apocalypse, from devianart |
My skin feels
Like a beaten terrain
Where once sunlight
Smiled and played,
Disrespect and disconnect
...is all I get to be this way,
The show’s empty, my pockets full,
And they said life was beautiful,
Beat me, haunt me, cheat me bad,
Break me, take me, make me mad,
Caress me in between,
Let me forget what you really mean...
The moment wishes pass you by,
Grin at the tease never asking why,
for all the things wrong are unique,
rest, illusions of a greater leap,
Come on! Strike me hard,
On the dust I lay worlds apart,
Isn’t it what you want from me?
Come on my sadist,
Make love to me...
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