SoulThe pain is something that never goes away. It hides and waits for my shield to be lowered. Slowly sneaking behind me. Then stabbing me with a knife of false hope and love. Feeding off the drops of my soul. As they drip slowly from my wrists, running down my arms, and onto the floor. My weakened body falls to the floor. The darkness begins to surround me, blurring my vision. My soul, now running from my body like a flood. I lie there drowning in my own misery. My breath becoming lighter, the air becoming thinner. My eyes begin to close, as he carries me to my destiny.Soul
Codi Keefauver
* is Deviously Deviant
* is Female
* is a deviant since Jun 14, 2003, 11:06 PM
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