Visions Of The Past

Aelia Capitolina

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You left me here to suffer and die.
Eyes black. Cold face.
Your stare burned me.
The sears will be with me,
Until my last day.

My grip on you grows tight.
I will choke you until
I hear your last fucking breath.
Into your eyes I'll smile. I'll cry.
And when you are gone
No-one alive will grief for you.