Unto Ashes

This Sickness

Unto Ashes


This sickness 
The withering away 
Yielding delights 
And misery 
The memories dissolve 
Only the marks remain 
This sickness 
I need to forget 
Leave me my marks 
The ones you gave me 
The ones you left me 
You left me 

I would cut myself for you 
And sleep forever in your arms...

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