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Sep 2016
Don’t look at me
Can’t you see my eyes are hollow
Cracked glass
Boarded up window to a broken soul
Open hole where my heart should be
An angel stole all that’s left of me

Black blood
Flows smoother than red
Ink on my wrists
And it goes to my head tonight
I can’t fight my own fingers
Who needs light it only lingers

I don’t want help
Is what I said to myself
Heart cast
In iron only beating for one
Life gone in the night
Swan song; devil’s bite
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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