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Sep 2014
don't joke with me
as i go up in smoke
light me on fire
to bring yourself higher
right in front of you
watch my skin peel
where all my scars healed
look at this vibrant color
my burning flesh
contrast to my icicle heart
i drip
off in bits
and you keep laughing
how funny
that you could convince me
this'd make me happy
tied me to a stake
i said i couldn't wait
you lit the match
and we both watched it catch
i'm not amused
not anymore
i see now it's abuse
as i turn to ash
and breathe my last
Sometimes it's too late to stop something.
Conversations with myself in the mirror.
Written by
WickedHope  25/F/Land of Oz
(25/F/Land of Oz)   
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