Natasha Bolling - Hell

I live in my own corner of Hell.
Where only I exist,
Where only I shall die.
With every breath I get closer to the edge,
With every slash of the Blade
I bleed a little more,
I am almost there.
I let you too close,
I let you in too deep.
You know too much,
But not enough.
It's not your fault,
It's my own corner of Hell.

Natasha Bolling

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