Copyright, Lucy

A putrid heart, for a rotten mind
That eats away at me, until I’m blind
An insatiable hunger, for pain that feeds
Upon my skin until it bleeds
A longing for darkness that stalks the cold
I’m searching for a life that was sold
As a story of death and grieving
For an audience who had trouble believing
The misery that corroded my existence
And the question of why I put up no resistance
To the rapid rotting away of my heart
I should have kept quiet from the start


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