A Midnight Release, Shame.

//AN: This was written a very long time ago while I was still in my deep depressed stupor. I have just stumbled across this, along with numerous other poems.\\

Inhale my ecstasy,

speak of your Epiphany,

In which you discovered my true lust...

for pain, and I bleed.

Twisted is the mind seen so much torment.

I need no substance to peak my bliss;

only sharp made tools of crimson insanity.

Darkest Hue.

My midnight release in your cold, steady, heart; I am still unhealed.

Sing me no songs, for I am not coming back.

You're destroying my witts... killing, slowly, my soul.