It: The Love and Hate

Wed, 11/20/2013 - 01:07 -- Severia

It's small and cold in the palm of my hand,

Beautiful yet repulsive, 

My best friend at the worst of times and my dire enemy at the best. The metallic taste mirrors the one it draws out of the pale canvas beneath it,  So sweet,  So murderously sweet.  I'd do anything to have it,  And everything to run away...

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