Like driving nails through his wrists,I choose sand in place of air.I betrayed him with a kiss. Trapped in a squall’s dark abyss,Where my silver is my prayer;Like driving nails through his wrists. I stab and bleed, perfectionist,Which fades away when I compare; I betrayed him with a kiss. Unloving thorns crown innocence,Red life dripping off… Continue reading I, Judas
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