Our Sick Story
By: Bleached Roses

Note: This was our sick story until we reached our unhappy ending -- my, my I'm so obsessive..

Because of you my lips turned to dust:
eroding me a kiss-at-a-time by your starving lust.
Nothing satisfies you;;
does it, Darling?

Precious Cur, the flames -&- passion may have degressed,
but what is your excuse now, for-
..being just like all the rest..

You are nothing::but another filthy whore--
infected by my sickness,
like an open, bleeding sore
--cutting up my petals -&-
feeding on the thorns
sosogreedy...
what a tragedy.

Nothing was ever enough for you. All you did was take moremoremore--
((like the words on your blistered tongue))
But what concern are you of mine? Willingly you delude your senses..becoming so blind, you cannot even see the bullet penetrating your skull. Shattering.Breaking(..at.). Lovely, this is how it feels to have your heart betrayed..