The dark crimson dripping black tears forth from my heart. It is the dark-angel of light; has the appearance of us with a macabre and morbid fetish, but brings goodness. I didn't lose my faith; it lost me. The last time I went to Veritas Central (the Catholic store in Albury) was when I bought a keyring of Our Lady. I lost it somewhere between my house and IGA though... since then I stopped going to mass... stopped seeing psychologist... drug and alcohol... and been taking a shit load of drugs.
This angel is inside of me just wanting to break free from the shackles of drug addiction - a couple of pills that control my every move! I already have a scar starting to show up from my needles... and I use too much, it's not healthy for me physically or mentally and emotionally. I need to grieve... all I've done these last four years has been wallow in the gutters, pissed, stoned and wired.
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