#illsoul

Between

In between of dreading of running and rushing

In between of needing someone and something

In between of agonizing of risking and falling

In between of feeling everything and nothing…

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DEPRIVED

I crave for your endearment

But instead, you’re feeding me with your temperament

What you’re doing to my soul…

Is more than torture!

You left a dent

That I can’t protect

Can anyone absorb this heavy feeling?

Consume this dark being

Caress this ill soul

Feed her, with the last drop of gold