Treasure Island

kitty smith

(11 23 99 / new york)

Don't let the sunshine in


Swaddle me in your darkness
wrap me in your pain
shield my eyes from the light
i never want to see again
curse me to blindness
put me under your spell
kill me if you have too
bind me to a chair
murder me in silence
murder me with care
so fill me with your nothing
fill me to the brim
do what ever you have too darkness just don't let the sunshine in
fill the void with desolation
destroy my from the inside out
just please
please
please
don't let the darkness out

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013
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