There’s a place inside of me,
A forlorn, empty place.
Where it’s always winter.
It snows misery,
And rains enmity.
Raindrops of rage and hatred,
Drive deep into the soil,
Infecting and corrupting everything they touch.
The pain is constantly there,
Inflaming and disfiguring every part of me.
The hate never leaves me,
Tainting and defiling every piece of me.
I cry crimson tears of blood.
I will never be innocent again,
Never pure, faultless, or virtuous…
Ever again.

 
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