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Scars
A photo albums sits on the highest shelf,
beckoning death and daring me to take just one look...
A look at the life i once lived.
A look at my heart.
I give into temptation and place my hands on the dust covered book.
I open the leather binding only to look into the eyes of a girl who died long ago.
Her eyes were but two jade shadows of innocence...
All that is now left of her is a cut up and weathered corpse whos eyes are sorrowful and hopeless.
I turn the page.
A dagger is thrust into my heart.
A part of me that has been dead for so long seems to come to life again.
A tear falls on your picture..
A soft spoken melody of betrayal.
Why?!?
a good sensational write! well done!
a Damaged crazy soul