Monday, 5 May 2014


Ever had your heart ripped out of your chest and feasted on by the very person that you once would have killed for?

To see that person turn from a beautiful Friend and trusted Lover into a sadistic, poisonous parasite - sucking the life force out of whatever it was that you both called a Life together.

To be lying there, helpless, a frail castoff of the person you once were - confused, dry retching in anguish with only thoughts of hatred and vengeance in your clouded, bleary mind.

If only you could do something.

If only you didn't have this fucking hole in your chest...

". . . She Loves Me Not" - (2009)

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