by Luke Bamforth

Created on: September 09, 2010   Last Updated: December 08, 2010

My dark side creeps,

It crawls in the underbelly of my soul,

Beneath the facade of my smile,

Its foul stench lingers,

Behind my angel blue eyes,

It is the corruption of all that I touch.

My dark side rots,

Nestled in the cadaver of my broken ambition,

I pray they cannot see it,

In the things that I do,

And I hope to God no-one hears,

When it slips like venom from my tongue.

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